I'm mixing business with leather

Jul 23, 2007 19:40

Social butterfly that I am, I have four friends at my new school. I work with Brittney; consequently, I see her about ninety seven thousand hours a week. I've talked to Sommer maybe twice and one of those times all that was said was "hey". Mrs. Robertson has a daughter my age. Josh's father has a son my age named Josh.

And if they don't accept CLEPs and I have to take Math and Biology again, I shall be ticked.

Course registration is this week. That is the reason for all this vaguely acadamia-twinged angst.

Here, read an excerpt from an email that I just received:

"I wanted to give you Danny's schedule prior to your class
registration...Monday and Thursday he needs to be dropped off for an
8am class and picked up at 3pm. On Tuesday, he needs to be in at 2pm
and picked up at 4:30pm. I'm hoping some of your required classes are
also offered at night so you don't miss out..."

That's right, "driving Danny to and from school" is prioritized higher than "getting my degree". This should be a fun year.

If I see one more living being who's all I READ HARRY POTTER IN A DAY AND IT WAS SOOO GOOD, I'm going to be physically violent towards that living being. I read Catcher In The Rye in one day and it was so good and nobody cared! And I would argue (convincingly, at that) that it was exponentially "more good" than Harry Potter will ever be.

remorseless sarcasm

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