Funerals are not fun…Not looking forward!

Wow, I’m surprised I’m actually writing. I’ve just had a lot on my mind I guess. I got 2 of my 4 finals out of the way. That’s a relief. I had my one for English on Saturday and it was a bunch of crap. It was online and it was timed. The first part was 24 questions in 25 minutes. They weren’t simple questions either! He took all of the stuff we read over the semester(which was a buttload) and then randomly chose 3-4 lines out of random pieces and we had to name the title and author! Talk about a pain in the ass. I only got like half way through. Then the second part was 2 small essay type questions..not a huge deal…and then one big essay question. We had like 70 minutes to do that.
Tonight I had my CIS final and it went great. I know I at least got a B. It was 140 questions and it only took me like 40 minutes. There were some that I didn’t remember studying…but 90% I was positive on! I got off work and came home and did some studying and ate dinner and then went. I was back here within 2 hours of when I left..not bad considering half the time was spent driving.
Anyways, I have a Math final tomorrow and a Econ final Wednesday and I’m done until the middle of January! YAY!
Blah, I’m not really looking forward to Wednesday. Not because of the final, but that’s the day of the funeral. I’m taking half of the day off to go with Matt. He doesn’t seem to be doing that great. I mean he doesn’t show any emotion, but he just talks about it non stop. I don’t really know what to say or do…I guess all that I can do is listen and be there for him.
I didn’t know Brandon all that well, but he was a nice guy…for the most part. I know he was a problem child back in the day, but he’s been through a lot. From what I interpret of the story he lost his grandma due to cancer and almost his mother, luckily she recovered. He’s straightened up over the past little while and was starting to get his life in order. From what I hear he was on the verge of being engaged…blah..I read the obituary today and it about killed me. I mean he was working two jobs..one at an assisted living center and the one at the grain elevator where he was injured.
This Wednesday is going to be a mess….but I’ve got to go to support my husband.
I hate funerals!