Witch Hunt
Another reason for me to hate banks. I had checked my balance online and it had told me my utilities check had been cashed, so I proceeded to use my debit card as I normally would. I ended up being overdrafted like eight times, each thirty five dollars, in one day I was in almost three hundred dollars of debt since the pending transactions compounded at once. I went to my bank and tried to get some of the charges reversed but "due to the economy and the bank taking its own hits, they have become stricter on what charges they reverse." There goes three hundred dollars that could have been mine. Whatever...fucking banks.
On a brighter note, I got a 91 on my philosophy quiz! Tomorrow is another philosophy quiz and a biological psychology exam! I'm going to be studying as soon as I wake up. I'm a little worried about the biopsy but I usually do pretty well with the phil quizes. I have to finish reading this boring history book and write a six page creative story taken from the reading by next week. History class is really boring, the only saving grace is that someone hot sits close by. All today in class I worked on a poem that was due and paid a little attention to the droning lecture on early america. The poem is called Witch Hunt. I have the hard copy which is handwritten and messy. When I typed up the poem I edited it a little more and turned in the finished version, I wish I had a copy now because the lines are floating around in my head. I really hope my teacher likes this one. I'm starting to like it more and more, if only my poem was being workshoped so I could get more feedback. I'm anxiously waiting for the next class so I can have it handed back to me, it's driving me crazy.
On a brighter note, I got a 91 on my philosophy quiz! Tomorrow is another philosophy quiz and a biological psychology exam! I'm going to be studying as soon as I wake up. I'm a little worried about the biopsy but I usually do pretty well with the phil quizes. I have to finish reading this boring history book and write a six page creative story taken from the reading by next week. History class is really boring, the only saving grace is that someone hot sits close by. All today in class I worked on a poem that was due and paid a little attention to the droning lecture on early america. The poem is called Witch Hunt. I have the hard copy which is handwritten and messy. When I typed up the poem I edited it a little more and turned in the finished version, I wish I had a copy now because the lines are floating around in my head. I really hope my teacher likes this one. I'm starting to like it more and more, if only my poem was being workshoped so I could get more feedback. I'm anxiously waiting for the next class so I can have it handed back to me, it's driving me crazy.