There's something sick about this
Why, you ask, have I been walking around the past two days with a big fucking grin on my face? Could I have found a boy to make me happy? Hell no. I'm just thrilled to be back in class. No, seriously, that's why. Classes started yesterday, and I have a feeling I'm going to love this semester, despite it being a lot of work. Here's my schedule, because, well, you can't stop me from posting it, no matter how little you care about the classes I am taking:
Classical mythology
Modern British literature
American government and politics
Experimental psychology 1
Experimental psychology 1 lab
History of literary criticism
Ancient political philosophy
Yeah, it's six courses and a lab, which is a lot, but I'm going to keep up with the work this semester. Really, I am. Tonight, I did all my reading for tomorrow and half my reading for Friday. I'm so on top of this it's disgusting.
(Yeah, feel free to throw that comment in my face once midterms come and I'm up all night finishing the reading I stopped doing after the first two weeks of class.)
Classical mythology
Modern British literature
American government and politics
Experimental psychology 1
Experimental psychology 1 lab
History of literary criticism
Ancient political philosophy
Yeah, it's six courses and a lab, which is a lot, but I'm going to keep up with the work this semester. Really, I am. Tonight, I did all my reading for tomorrow and half my reading for Friday. I'm so on top of this it's disgusting.
(Yeah, feel free to throw that comment in my face once midterms come and I'm up all night finishing the reading I stopped doing after the first two weeks of class.)