Fran's diary
College life? is all extremes. I can say this, after three years. No, I'm not in "the party dorm." I'm more the sort of girl who, you know, likes to PASS a few classes in other than 'Recreational Chemistry' Or 'Applied' human biology, minus textbooks?
Friday night and I have a date with a notebook, despite the boyfriend's best efforts.
The English 302 class is a brainbuster. I have assignments and a test in Physics, Monday. Jess said he'd "help" me with my coursework. I put him off. (Read sentences above this paragraph. If he's here, we don't study anything related to actual degrees.)
I want some fresh air. I think I've got this essay beaten into submission, I don't know.
I've been at it too long. Great writing or total b.s., I don't know any longer.
I grab my book tote and jacket. Down a long set of creaky stairs I go. The late afternoon sunlight blinds me as I shove open the door.
What? Where am I?
Friday night and I have a date with a notebook, despite the boyfriend's best efforts.
The English 302 class is a brainbuster. I have assignments and a test in Physics, Monday. Jess said he'd "help" me with my coursework. I put him off. (Read sentences above this paragraph. If he's here, we don't study anything related to actual degrees.)
I want some fresh air. I think I've got this essay beaten into submission, I don't know.
I've been at it too long. Great writing or total b.s., I don't know any longer.
I grab my book tote and jacket. Down a long set of creaky stairs I go. The late afternoon sunlight blinds me as I shove open the door.
What? Where am I?