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Drug Dependency and A Mean Lady Named Amy

Today I received a not-so-subtle e-mail from a caffeine junkie (who shall remain nameless, but it could be Meghan) stating that she has "had it" and that I better post. So here I am. 

My name is Rebecca and I have a problem.  I am terribly addicted to

I do not drink coffee.  Nay, I drink aspartame, neurotoxin-filled Diet Coke.  I have tried very hard recently to kick this habit.  A few things happened this week to keep this from happening.  

First, since I recently transferred to ODU, I have had some issues, particularly with two classes they don't want to accept.   The lady I have to correspond with about this bears a striking resemblance to Garth from Wayne's World.  You remember right?

On the first day of detox, I had a run in with said lady.  She informed me that if she chose to accept this course (again reminding me that she holds the power), I would have to take an extra course in grad school there.  

As I do not plan to attend ODU for grad school, I did what anyone would do.  I looked sad and said, "Well, I guess that's just what I'll have to do then.  Transferring is so tough."  Easy peasy. 

The moment I left this meeting I ran, not walked, to the soda machine.

On the second day of my detox, yesterday, I was accosted at the Y by a kindly lady named Amy, who is about as friendly as this guy:

  

She informed me that since I signed up for cycle class and didn't come, she held the power (what is it with these power hungry ladies?) to revoke my cycling privileges for a week.  Did I mention I PAY to go there? 

Needless to say, I've had more caffeine in the last two days than I care to remember.  

You understand now, right Meghan?