No more teachers, no more books, for about a week more anyway.
Yes, it's that time again. This semester I get to take Creative Writing with Laurie and Kerri (YAY!!!!!!), Sociology (not sure yet how I feel about this one), Spanish II (kinda looking forward to it, kinda not), and Intro to Education (the jury is out on this one too).
I think it's kinda obvious which class I'm most looking forward to, if not, read it again, 'cause you missed something. (Dut-da-duh!)
I also get to be more involved with Phi-Theta-Kappa, as I get to be the Pi-Omicron chapter President next semester. Kinda liking that, since it probably will equal lots more scholarship cash for future semesters and such. Not that money is my only motivation, I like the bunch we have here in this chapter.
And then there's the drama club. Nothing else has made me as happy, and as likely to scream in anger and/or frustration quite like it. Tartuffe (2 semesters ago) went well if you ask the audience, they loved it. If you ask the few of us really dedicated to the drama club though, it was like experiencing our own death, over and over, in slow motion, in front of a crowd of onlookers. My own private hell made real, oh yay.
Oh, and did I mention, I get one weekday off this semester. Of course, that's only because they didn't have &^*&%$ for what I need, in the times I like, so guess who gets to give up Saturday mornings?? Bleh. Oh, and you can count me out of any Tuesday night activities too. I'm sure the kids are overjoyed about it too.
This message was brought to you by the letters "I" and "A". And since this &(^%^$^ machine doesn't like those keys very much, I'll sign off now, before I'm tempted to throw the thing up through the atrium's glass roof.
I think it's kinda obvious which class I'm most looking forward to, if not, read it again, 'cause you missed something. (Dut-da-duh!)
I also get to be more involved with Phi-Theta-Kappa, as I get to be the Pi-Omicron chapter President next semester. Kinda liking that, since it probably will equal lots more scholarship cash for future semesters and such. Not that money is my only motivation, I like the bunch we have here in this chapter.
And then there's the drama club. Nothing else has made me as happy, and as likely to scream in anger and/or frustration quite like it. Tartuffe (2 semesters ago) went well if you ask the audience, they loved it. If you ask the few of us really dedicated to the drama club though, it was like experiencing our own death, over and over, in slow motion, in front of a crowd of onlookers. My own private hell made real, oh yay.
Oh, and did I mention, I get one weekday off this semester. Of course, that's only because they didn't have &^*&%$ for what I need, in the times I like, so guess who gets to give up Saturday mornings?? Bleh. Oh, and you can count me out of any Tuesday night activities too. I'm sure the kids are overjoyed about it too.
This message was brought to you by the letters "I" and "A". And since this &(^%^$^ machine doesn't like those keys very much, I'll sign off now, before I'm tempted to throw the thing up through the atrium's glass roof.