I will emerge victorious!
I will emerge victorious!
Despite this, and though two of my classmates did go to the head of the department, we were ready to move on with our lives today. She apparently wasn't. When she arrived, one of my classmates went up to tell her that she wouldn't be there the next class on account of attending a friends presentation of her senior thesis on the topic of "Harry Potter: Hero." The professor was very short with her and said she couldn't talk to her, and then said that she needed to meet with her later, in her office. We gave each other wide eyed looks for a minute before I was told that she also needed to meet with me. Neither of us had been particularly vocal in any of the interchanges, though we had both been present at the little pow-wow outside of class. When the woman who had been told to grow a spine arrived, she was pulled out into the hall, and apparently told that she was wanted for a meeting as well. She came back into class and stayed for about five minutes, before she asked me if she could borrow me, and we headed out to the hall. The professor wanted to know where we were going, but as we're adults in a college course, I felt that we could step out for a moment without explanation to her. We had been out for a few minutes, with my classmate in tears, not sure what to do (and pregnant and hormonal on top of it) and me comforting her, when the professor came out and demanded to know whether we were coming back to class or not. My classmate was crying on my shoulder, so neither of us saw fit to answer, and I figured that she would just see the scene and figure to leave well enough alone. Apparently when she went back to class, she wondered if she could lock us out. We went back to class a few minutes later. The rest of the class seemed to proceed normally enough, but I was on edge the entire time. At the end, the classmate who would be absent Thursday went up to tell the professor, and then tried to arrange a time for the requested meeting.
She suggested at 4. She was informed that the professor wouldn't be there very long after 4. She said that was okay she needed the meeting to be breif too. She was told in a very hostile manner that the professor would set the length of the meeting as she was the one who requested it. The classmate tried to offer other maners of contact, such as e-mail, and was told that e-mail was for official school business, and she wanted this to be unofficial. Contact through the department head was also unaceptable at first, and then was something that she would have to set up, but was still treated as not prefered. Then she came after my classmate with wagging finger, telling her that the discussion was over because she said it was over. Other highlights include my classmate finally standing up and saying "I don't eserve this treatment," and the professor threatening to write her up if there was no meeting, for "judicial misconduct." At this point, myself and this other classmate had no intention of talking to her to arrange a meeting, and the three of us went to the head of the department, with the classmate who had just had the confrontation (not the pregnanat one) in tears. The department head was very diplomatic and we agreed to arrange to meet indivdually with the professor, so long as the head of the department was there for the meeting. So, we'll see how that goes. Meanwhile, I'm regarding even tomorrow (when I don't have her) with trepidation, and I just want to scream and cry and throw things... and I haven't even had her wrath specifically directed at me. Part of the reason I'm upset, though is that she made two of my friends cry.
The small bright spot to all this was that the Demon's Lexicon bookmarks I won arrived the day before all this started, in a Nancy Drew card... There was a bit of squeeing.
And then to celebrate the end of such a week and the start of spring break, I decided to get up at 6 AM to volunteer at Destination Imagination.
Children wander past in strange costumes and parents wander up looking frazzled and lost... and grandparents wander up looking just plain lost. Then there are the team managers who wander pas crying "Help, help! I must catch them, for I am their leader." Amidst all this is me who got my crash course in the layout of this school lat night. Luckily, I do know most of the answers. Except for what to do with a certain Challenge Master's 401K. Or why the sky is blue.
I do however take on the alternate aspects of pre-order pickups, lost and found, volunteer check in, go between, and sympathetic ear. Also, the brand new job of prop delivery person, and refused the job of babysitter. Lost child comes to me that's one thing, but I'm not going to detain any boy who answers to your vague description of gray shirt dark hair.
But hey, I got Tacos this year, instead of some supermarket sandwitch pack. And a walkie talkie, so it was a little easier to play messager.
Almost 4:30, which is when I get to pack it up.
Have been up for 12 hours. Am doing surprisingly well.
Time to pack it in?
My classmate is someone who I've had a class with before, and have been fond of, but in Victorian Lit, and especially today, I've had the pleasure to discover that we share some of the same loves, including Harry Potter.
Now that I'm inside, my sore throat that had faded away in the warm sunlight is back. Sad.
I very seldom remember my dreams, so imagine my surprise when, as I combed my hair thismorn, I looked over at my partially finished bridesmaid dress and recalled a dream I had had during the night.
I was getting ready to board the plane for Canada, giving my bags to the lady behind the desk, and then going down the long tunnel when it occurs to me that my dress is not finished. After moments of panic and wondering why I put it off so long, I realize that it's march and not time to go to Canada yet. I leave the tunnel to go home, and realize I need to go back and get my bags. I go back and see that they are still behind the desk and am relieved that they are not on their way to Canada. I ask for them back, and she tells me I cant have them. It's a bit blurred from here on, but I think I got the back and got a new ticket (Mine got torn? Like a movie or concert ticket. I know, it makes no sense.) and all was good.
Moose, If I start having nightmares, I'm going to be a very cranky bridesmaid.
I especially should have know this was going to be a bad day when we got attacked by a bunch of hypnotized fae.
Note: having just awoken from being beaten unconscious, I cannot vouch for the veracity of my recollections. Heck, I'm not even sure what day it is. For now, I'm just goign to curl up on top of Megs and wait for the world to stop spinning.
It's official. The darfallen is highly useful in the water... and pretty much fails on land. We just crossed to rivers (well, two sections of the same rifer) and white the Darfallen swam quite well, she did not succeed in keeping us dry by holding her part of the rope. I'm cold. And I'm wet. On the upside, I didn't lose what we assume is Dalen's ring when I fell in the river.
We've run across a snowstorm and have gotten disoriented. We've decided to rest for the night in the hopes that we won't get any more lost, or freeze as night falls. We hope for a beter day tomorrow.
I've been unable to write for several days, for many reasons including the fact that we all nearly died. The fight is rather blurred, but I do remember that there was some black ice that we absolutely should not under any circumstance touch, and that Megs finished off the last guy... by falling on him. Everything else, from caring for the Darfallen on the way back to the journey itself, is a bit fuzzy in my memory, despite the fact that I gave a report on it to his Lordship not a few hours ago. I do remember the new assignment he has given us, however. We have to track down a knight who did stand on the ice, and has now wandered off.
Also... he's charging us 20% interest on the tab that bubblehead left for him. Gonna kill that elf.
Dear St. Cuthbert. Please let us survive this and let me wreak retribution on my enemies.
Please don't let us die.
This evening we camp in a small side cave that seems to be quite safe. It was another rough day. I used the last of the scrolls and, once again, all my healing spells. We're resting in hopes of recovering again. Tomorrow's not likely to be any easier. We faced 6 more clerics, five of who were chanting around an alter. The sixth showed up during the fight. The alter freaks the heck out of me, and I can't seem to find a way to turn the thing off.
My hair is tied in knots, my teeth have grit in them, and my eyes are still watering from the crap that flew into my contacts, causing me to have to walk to the bus stop with my eyes half closed, a hand over one side of my face, and all the while trying to peer through my hair to see so that I can walk to the bus without being blown down the hill right beside the path.
I hate the wind.
We are so doomed.
Before we left the town, the clerics of the town gave us two healing potions. Since, we have acquired three more scrolls of healing. I have used all my own healing spells, both potions and a scroll, and we are still in pretty bad shape, and we still aren't quite sure what in the name of St. Cuthbert is going on in that cave.
Except that it's bad.
Let me go back. We arrived at the cave in the early evening. We entered and wandered down a maze of corridors. When we finally came across a door, we were forced to fight a neanderthal who was guarding the room. It was a simple battle, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the icons of Iborighu that littered the room. This guy's on my "Top Ten Most Creepy and All Around Bad Gods" list. This is also where we found the healing scrolls, as well as two with attack spells.
After wandering the caverns a bit more, we wandered into a large cave with an ice bridge that we tried - and failed - to cross. While we struggled with the ice, about five clerics came running. Once we crawled out of the pit (or rather as we did), they attacked, and, well... it did not go well. We were pretty evenly matched, but the elf flailed about, and the Darfallen seemed a bit thrown by so much time out of the water, or at least off of it. On top of that, when we finaly got one down, one of them went running for reinforcments, and we were unable to down him before he got away. Then one of the three left summoned this little ice imp who would not stop talking. We finally defeated them all, but decided to beat a hasty retreat, as we were in thoroughly bad shape, and we had no idea how much backup the last guy would be bringing.
We are now camped for the night outside the cave. I can only hope a night's sleep will restore us enough to continue exploring tomorrow, because if we do continue tomorrow, we're sure to encounter more trouble.
So very doomed.
I take up this pen to record the events of my time in this strange new land. My memory seems to be unreliable at best, as I can remember my name, a few details of the shipwreck, a few other things that come to me as they will, and nothing else. It therefore seems a wise idea to keep a journal, in case my memory fails me again.
As I mentioned, we were shipwrecked, and apparently washed upon the shore some days ago. The only survivors seem to be one of the crew (a darfallen), myself, and the most bubble-headed elf I have ever had the displeasure to meet. I will admit I spent the better part of the day blaming the darfallen for the wreck, but after we set out, it seemed a bit pointless.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We awoke in a hospital of sorts, with a neanderthal woman who had apparently gotten caught in a snow storm. They tell me that it's summer here, but the ground is covered with a thick blanket of snow. And despite what they continue to tell me about the unseasonably warm weather, it's cold. So very cold. After a warm bath and some clean clothes, we were taken to see the lord of the keep by a halfling who Megala (the aforementioned neanderthal, who I like to call Megs) has dubed "Appetizer". The elf she calls "Bunny", and the darfallen she calls "Clicky" due to the clicks inherent in the orca-woman's language. She promptly dubed the lord of the keep "sparkle bunny" due, I imagine, to the silver that tipped his ears. I was afraid for a moment that he would be offended, but he seems to humor her, which, I admit, despite everyhting else, endears him to me a bit. For a big and intimidating as she is, she is really rather sweet.
Anyway, the hafling and the lord don't seem to get along, and the elf... well... she seemed to think it was love at first sight. He is attractive in the way that elves usualy are, but I don't think that it warants nearly the reaction she gave.
It seems were are rather in his debt. In a very real monetary way. I suppose in a place as arctic as this there isn't much room for charity. In return, we are to work for him. Our first assignment it seems is to go check out this haunt where a knight of the same order as our host went... well... insane.
Everyone keeps telling us we don't want to go up there. I keep agreeing, but saying that we haven't a choice.
We bought supplies... and went a bit overbord. I was about ready to take a few things off our list, when that blasted elf told her thet his Lordship was taking care of the tab. He's gonna kill us. So now we are camped on the edge of town, so as to temporarily avoid his wrath. The darfallen and I share a tent, so it seems rather pointless to hold a grudge. Don't go to bed angry an all that.
Tomorrow we start the two day journey to the cave.
Thursday night I went out to a blues bar up in Boulder. I must confess, my first thought when katerina_black invited me was of Joe's blues bar. Am such a geek. Also, we got to have Strongbow, which was kinda awesome.
Family came into town from smalltown Kansas on Friday night. After going out for dinner, we hung about the house playing Guitar Hero. Since only about half of the group had ever played before, there was a great deal of flailing until people got the hang of it, which in our family usually leads to us harassing one another, and lots of laughter.
The next day saw us shoping from about 9 to 10. That's 9AM to 10 PM. I didn't meet up with them until 11 o'clock. We dropped the kids off at Aunt Becky's house and then hit several places including Costco, where I kept having to coral my cousin from wandering off to see the shiny things. This is my cousin who's older than me by... at least a decade. The cousin who has a daughter only a decade younger than me. I also was helping hunt down all the christmas gifts they were shoping for. It was after leaving Costco that I uttered the line, "Terribly sorry, surrounded by lunatics."
Sam's Club Included a scene at the register where my family gave each other a hard time and made the cashiers day. She told us if we waited half an hour, she'd go out for margaritas with us. We hit Pier 1 after, and found a checkbook case that mght have worked for a prop for Sailor Mercury's cosplay, so I called her and left haer a message. About halfway through, my cousin started calling my name, so I have to wonder what she though when she got the message. After dinner, we hit the mall, but due to an inability to get our check at the restraunt, we had all of 15 minutes to get what we needed and get out before close. Then we hit the liquor store, where we managed to find bottled Strongbow. Which was also kind of awesome. Then home for mulled wine and shoping by google and amazon.
The roads were bad enough this morning to give my Aunt and cousins pause about leaving for Kansas today, so there was more shoping, including hitting Sam's again and running into the cashier from the night before. It was so cold today, and we were already a bit worn from yesterday, so the day ended with dinner at my house, and figurign out what everybody owed everyone else at the dinner table. It seems as if I ought to have tons of clever anecdotes, and I'm certain I laughed all day, but I'm so tired at te moment that I can't seem to remember anything.
Still have to change the blankets of my bed before I can relax in it. Can't... Wait...
Posting from downstairs at home... cannot be bothered to go upstairs and get laptop. Spent the day shoping with family. Many people looking at us funny... Had to apologize to one man... "sorry, surrounded by lunatics." He laughed.
Update: next morning. Got drafted for my google fu skills. More shoping today. Family staying due to snow. More later.
Either the paper of doom has broken my proper paper writing skills, or I just turned in some rather awesome papers. Only my grade will tell.
One more paper to go. This may kill me, or I may breeze through it. It's only three pages, but the first one and i didn't get along so well.