1. Pick up my reference letter. [checked]
2. Hand it off to Mrs H for her signature. [.......]
4. Get DHL to pick up my reference letter to send it off to New York [FAILED]
5. Write at least 1 history essay for revision. [.......]
6. Meet up with the night standers in the main, for revision. [.......]
Now, it's just 2.39 p.m., so I'm not a failure, yet. I ended up having a good home-cooked meal, watched a TV variety show and climbed up a dozen flights of stairs.
The first and the second is unexcusable because I am having a break now, whatever the reason they give us breaks for, it's still a break. Hehee... But the last, I blame IPG! - or PTPL!! - or whatever you wanna call it. And we thought it was bad enough to have elevators which practically attempt to murder college students by cutting them into halves or causing permanent head or bodily damage by kepit-ing them with great force, it wasn't. Bad enough, I mean. The elevators have to go on lift today. HA! Elevators go on lift! Nevermind me for laughing at my own joke.
I was climbing while wondering how Mrs. H had got to the sixth floor. She's about 70 years old, I think. Don't get me wrong I really respect her and sincerely adore her for all the trouble she went through to get my reference done with grace and great acknowledgement. I just can't help wondering all the way up the stairs if I should just turn back down because Mrs. H can't possibly be up in the sixth floor, with no elevator. She takes the elevator even when she just wants to go a floor above. Wow. Now, all of us are just victims of circumstances.
Sure enough when I got to the sixth floor, she was there. Sitting peacefully in her english class. Not panting or heaving in air or in any state other than graceful peace. WOW.
Anyway. I'm stuck in here, the Annexx B library, that is, till 4 p.m., that is when Mrs. H will finish her lessons with her class. And then I realize, that all the things that I listed in my post title. No lift, no air, no life. Haihs.