Six Weeks Left!

[maniacthw]

Of my first semester at USF, and I am getting my ass HANDED to me. 69.333 in my Drugs & Behavior class, F in my stats class, and a C+ in my Gerontology class, and I used one of my two permitted drops on Sociology and Sex. What the fuck am I doing? Luckily, my stat professor is working with me on my grade, but I'm not sure it'll be enough. Drugs & Behavior, my grade will go up once I actually attempt to do the extra credit. At times, it feels like I'm drowning. Other times, however, I couldn't give less of a shit. I really don't seem to care about this school, my classes, you name it. I tried going to my first club meeting at USF yesterday. Come Out of the Dark, a small, depression awareness based club. If I thought the Psych Club was the land of misfits, I had NO idea. These are EASILY the weirdest people I've ever met. The VP of the club is a douche who is studying political science (see? Douche!) who wants to challenge the professor over this club (Masters and Ph. D in Psych from Stanford, MA in History from John's Hopkins) every chance he gets. Yes, he does think he's that impressive. I've found the fourth floor of the Marshall Student Center and they have a game room, as in, a room with a ton of TV's to plug your computers/game systems into, plugs for chargers and computers, etc for the students to use. I'm up there now wasting time until it's time to pick April up from work. I don't even have much to say, I'm just updating because I haven't done so in a while.

Outside of school, everything else is going great. April and I are doing well, I now have access to my car whenever I want/need it (and I'm not finding mysterious damages), been catching up on some TV shows/starting some new ones. Most is well in the life of Mark. Anyways, that's all I got. Until next time.