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Well, it was back to school this morning. Not to bad, it feels good to not be the one walking around lost like so many where today. My critical writing teacher kinda bothers me. First off, the guy did not order the books in the book store, so everyone would go to the book store where he works to get the book. Well, fuck that, I went to amazon.com and ordered the books. Other then that, he might be okay. He is like only a few years older then me (I am guessing) and looks like Dr. Melfi's son the Sopranos.
My Art History prof is a real bitch. She just talks down to the class about these are my rules and ya da ya da. The way she talked like we are all in third grade. German is the same woman, and the Economics teacher seems okay. It really should be an okay semester, espacially since I am only there on MWF.
My Art History prof is a real bitch. She just talks down to the class about these are my rules and ya da ya da. The way she talked like we are all in third grade. German is the same woman, and the Economics teacher seems okay. It really should be an okay semester, espacially since I am only there on MWF.