Yesterday, the elevator day

Seriously, do the powers that be get together and just decide to see how much they can jerk you around before you crack? I have had a totally elevator day yesterday - one second up, one second down. It was the first day of my eight-day long course with guest lecturer Jill Burton. We're doing classroom-based assessment, and no, I have no idea what it is, not really.  Still, it's in my nature to give it a shot, when it comes to academic matters, so when no one deigned to answer, I'd put up my hand and volunteer my thoughts. Apparently, I did it a bit too much, because the professor smiled, politely (she's British, after all) and suggested that perhaps someone else would like to say something. I know it wasn't meant as a put-down, but everyone was laughing at me like I was a complete dunce and I felt like one. Then, my director calls us up to give us the results of our comprehensive exam - which it turns out I got an A on. My high was quickly killed when it turns out the subject I was most sure of, I got the lowest score on, and this other girl who copied all my notes and just chattered through the whole class got a particularly high mark. Yeah, so then, I manage to get home quite early, which is a definite plus in traffic-congested Bangkok, but as I walking towards my house, I realized I was starving and almost fainted when I got inside and had to wait for my mother to open a bag of crackers. I hadn't had the faintest idea that I was hungry, but my body knew. After refueling, I managed to get quite a bit of my errands done, but then I called Goldfinger and we chatted and he said he was most likely not attending the upcoming MUIC graduation ceremony. This nixes picture time with him, which I feel is the only point of stuff like graduations - so you have photos to hang in your future office and bore your future children with. My brother had a good day at work, which is good for everyone, so that cheered me up. And then a major low hit, which I won't even bother to detail, let's just say I was left feeling crummy. I was pretty upset by it, but I've decided I get angry much too much these days. Who needs the added stress? So, all in all - an elevator day. But then, lo and behold, CK called. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. That really brought the day up. And he was there again today! We didn't sit near each other, but during the coffee break, he came over and told me about this forwarded email that was going around that might contain a virus, and that I should be careful. He is majorly cute. When he smiles, he has dimples in his cheeks, right near the corners of his mouth. They're adorable. I was half-hoping we'd have lunch together (yesterday I had lunch with my friends, and he with his), but he had to leave right at noon and missed the afternoon session. He did say that'd he'd be back tomorrow, so hooray! God, I'm sounding more and more like a teenage girl. I mean, I've only known the guy for two days (technically, one and a half), and it could be going nowhere, and I may never see him again after this - but it's just so nice to meet someone who appears to be on the same wavelength as me, someone who makes me feel like he genuinely wants to listen to me (plus, he's super-cute!). I'm still quite angry over the incident yesterday. With some serious consideration, I do feel that maybe seventy-five percent of the issue is based on assumption, but I don't know - I have a pretty good feel for things. I doubt my instincts are wholly wrong. It sucks, because I'm tired of being angry. It feels like I'm screaming all alone in a dark room - I'm wearing myself out and for what? No one hears me anyway.

Final thought: I hope CK stays for lunch tomorrow. And I hope he asks me to join him.