Goodnight, Wilson
Not as exciting as I'd hoped, although super secretly I enjoyed all those House in rehab scenes. And we all applauded when the judge told Tritter off. And House was hot when he was lying in jail and said, "Goodnight Wilson." And it looks as if Tritter is gone forever, praise hallelujah.
And that's... pretty much it. Except to say that it would figure that I'm scheduled to work the night House comes back from break. Jerks.
So I think I finally figured out my schedule. I dropped Postcolonial Theory, because it seemed very urgh to me. I tried to be impressed, but I just couldn't manage it. So now I have zero classes on Wednesdays. I added a class on the nuclear bomb and how it affects modern politics (I get to read fiction for that class, even!) and dropped Video Production. I wanted to take it quite a lot, but the final project is making a film and I didn't think I could manage it, on top of taking my Senior Seminar class and, I dunno, my thesis. Kind of a bummer, but it's not helpful for graduation 'n stuff. So now I'm at a safe 15 credits.
Not looking forward to tomorrow. I have:
Senior Sem
Contemporary European Thought
Western Political Theory
The Bomb
Orchestra
::blinks:: Yikes.