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So... this week has been very interesting. If not hilarious and highly infuriating.

The day I arrive, I find out that our group, many of them absent, has a presentation due in 4 working days. This presentation encompasses most of our year mark, if not at least our term mark. This comes as quite a shock.

On par, or even more importantly, I had forgot to bring my pillow with me to res. Sleeping on a fluffy ducky that was small when I was four, doesn't even begin to make up for it. Thankfully a kind benefactor lent me her pillow and gave me an avo-box full of matzah's. Very good matzah's.

The same day as before mentioned, I find out that I have a test scheduled for the Saturday. It' goes against my principles top write on Saturdays, them being Shabbat. (i.e. not just because I would like to sleep in).

The next day, I speak to my lecturer about the matter, he wants official documentation. Every single department seems to have a different procedure. The person who usually helps me with these matters did not reply to my messages, therefore I decided to go to the admin building and sort it out myself. Epic fail. I arrive there very shortly after they close. When I come back I decide to go for a bit of exercise, cycling. It would appear that someone had vandalised my chain in an attempt to steal my bicycle, and succeeded at the former. My bicycle was still there, but I was unable to budge it. The cord had been hacked at and somehow managed to coil in on itself and a random piece of wood. And of course the bike. So I couldn't open the lock, which was in fact one of my better excuses not to do exercise. Must say, that one worked.

The following day I go to the admin building again. They send me from one person to another to another all the way to the adjunct-registrar. Who did not darken the door of his office in the entire time I sat there. Granted, I didn't have an appointment.

Finally, the person I had contacted initally (let's call him Mr. Left) gets back to me, we have a bit of communication about the subject etc. and then I lose my phone. I had been busy for about eight hours since I left res, when I realised that I left it at the library. Back to the library on my way to bible study, it's not there. I almost burst into tears.

I am not very attached to my phone, I don't have that many contacts and I don't have BBM. But I had Mr. Left's no. on it. And he was probably frantically sending me messages and wondering what my problem was.

When I got back to res, my wallet wasn't in my handbag pocket. Which meant my key wasn't in there either. So I sat down on the floor, and I found it. Praise Elohim.

I had to make three phonecalls on the payphone (to get Mr. Left's no. and to call him). But I had hardly any coins. In fact, I had one fifty-cents. Thankfully I don't have too much pride to beg [sic].

But these phonecalls didn't go smoothly either. When I called my mom the first time, she didn't answer.When I called my friend to get Mr. Left's no (I had called my mom to get his), he couldn't hear me. I mean, seriously. And then when I finally reached Mr. Left I essentially ran out of money and the phone went dead.

After several agonising moments, he phoned me back. I still don't know whether my test was rescheduled for today.

But the irony is this: today is also a Sabbath, becasue it's the seventh day of Pesach. Thank goodness I only realised it today. Only, all that trouble was for nothing. I'm going to have to write my test on Shabbat anyway. Thankfully it's a really easy test. Well, I hope it is anyway.

This morning, I accidentally bunked two classes. Because I do not have a phone anymore, I couldn't set an alarm. My roomie kindly made sure that I was awake when she left at quarter past 6, but I only woke up again at quarter to 9. And then I found out that it's a Shabbat and I decided to bunk my other two classes as well.

I am a leetle bit worried about having two days off, but I know that Elohim will help me. I'd rather trust in Him than trust in Myself to work one day more. What's one extra day off in a whole term, right?

Okay, so let's recap all the bad things that happened to me this week (it's called a pity-party). I had a scary presentation to do. THe night before I had spent all evening unpacking my boxes and bags and futilely trying to make the room look nice. At least the shelves.

Also, I had struggled to get my assignment handed in, with all the correct forms and references attached. Last minute stuff. Though I never intend to do things last minute. Okay, hardly ever.

Then I had the whole test thing which consumed my week unneccesarily.

The bike that's stuck.

The phone that's gone.

I was such a squirrel by the end of the day that I only managed to get my pyjama shirt on the right way around by the third try.

Do not judge.