Black in College

Earlier this afternoon, I thought my precalculus class was supposed to meet at 1:55. After my morning ecology class, I spent the remainder of the late morning and early afternoon doing math homework to catch up with the assignments after my horrible stomach virus. For some reason, it felt like time was going in my favor for once. I finished some homework and even began to fully understand some concepts–until I walked over to the lecture hall at 1:35 (intending to catch my usual seat) to see the auditorium filled with students already. I initially thought the previous class hadn’t yet let out, until I remembered that my precalc class meets at 12:35. I am an idiot. I don’t know where my head has been at, but I seem to be making a number of different blunders like this lately. I figure I’ll e-mail the professor, explain to him what happened, and then just ask him my intended question through the mail. If I have to bring it up after class again next Thursday, then I’ll do that. Other than that, I’m just going to have to make sure I don’t keep pulling crap like this. Usually, I catch myself before a major blunder, but this semester has really gotten to about four different bad starts. Blah.

On my way back home on the Ride of Defeat, I grabbed a copy of the Targum. It appears that some intelligent young women with the student council on Douglass have been taking issues with the staff shortage and mismanagement at Rutgers. Obviously, it’s a product of the budget cuts, and the budget cuts are a product of the recession, but the last thing that should be cut after Rutgers has been admitting at least 70% of its applicants is the health services available to all of those kids. All the doctors and nurses I meet have a chip on their shoulder because they can’t catch a break. It’s ridiculous.

Another great point the ladies of the council made to the Health Center Director Lady is that there has been a lot of misdiagnoses on the part of the doctors and nurses. Apparently it’s happened to them personally–and you know it’s happened to me. It’s boiled down to me trying to solve my own health problems, and that shouldn’t be the case. As far as my yeast infection goes, I have no idea if it’s the same one or if it’s been just one yeast infection. I have no idea if the Boyfriend is a carrier and we’ve just been passing it back and forth. Who knows. I just know that I want it over and done with once and for all, and for some reason, Hurtado can’t seem to give me any reasons why it either keeps coming back or hasn’t gone away.