Things that haunt

My past has come back to haunt me.
I don't mean this is the "my illegitimate child has resurfaced" or "I was once a serial killer" or "if only I hadn't had that nose job"

Just to clarify, I have NO children, have never murdered anyone and the nose I sprout is my own with no enhancements.

Saturday at school we delved into our term paper. The word term here is critical because it will probably take all term to complete the necessary requirements.

Back in the term when my Dad passed away I had to do a term paper that was 40 or 45 percent of our grade. Needless to say with Dad in the hospital for weeks and me skipping class to go to the hospital it is no wonder that my term paper was lacking all of the necessary calculations and research that would have given me a good grade. That coupled with the fact that I had missed many classes and was very sad after Dad passed away, I ended with a "D" in the class. The professor that taught that class (Intermediate Accounting II) was the only professor that required a paper for that class and to complete the paper you had to buy his book in addition to the regular textbook. So needless to say, I avoided him like the plague and took the class again and passed with a "B".

As we were going over the requirements of this term's paper the name of the icky professor reared it's ugly head all over our project syllabus. Here comes the haunting part. Not only do we have to do the project in the same vein as the one that I didn't do very well many years ago but I had to buy the icky professor's book, AGAIN!!! I thought that when I sold that sucker back to the bookstore at the end of the term that it would never cross my path again. No such luck, there it was, in black and white (with a new cover) for me to buy, at the tune of $41.65.

Thank goodness I have a great project partner named Andrea. She also bought the book during our break and we came up with the two companies that we want to analyze. We have chosen to analyze the financial statements of Coca-Cola and Pepsi.

I am printing the 2005 annual report as I type this entry and when that is finished I will print the 2004 report. Andrea wants us to wrap this up early in the term and not wait until the end. She is the exact opposite of "stink boy" (see previous posts).

Hopefully, I'll still be able to have a life during this term.
Wish me luck and give me a call now and then to get me out of the house.