I've Even Got the Month of May
I worked out my class schedule for the upcoming year. It came as quite the surprise to me that I'm actually a senior now, as this whole time I'd been utterly failing to count the 24 credits I transferred in with. So, contrary to popular opinion, I will not be graduating on time. Technically for me to have graduated on time I would have graduated in early 2003.
Anyway, my class schedule is horrible and depressing. My Mondays and Wednesdays are free until 4:30p, and I don't have class Fridays, so I will allegedly have time to get a job with which to pay my rent. So that's exciting. But on Tuesday I'm in class straight from 11:45a to 8:00p. And all of my classes are educating me about the various ways in which families become horribly dysfunctional, so, you know, that'll be a hoot.
Oh, and all of my classes are in Saint Paul, in case you wondered. Which is unfortunate as living in Saint Paul would fast-track me to the cold metallic taste of a shotgun in my mouth. Saint Paul is where social lives go when they retire. It's like Florida without the shuffleboard.
Anyway, my class schedule is horrible and depressing. My Mondays and Wednesdays are free until 4:30p, and I don't have class Fridays, so I will allegedly have time to get a job with which to pay my rent. So that's exciting. But on Tuesday I'm in class straight from 11:45a to 8:00p. And all of my classes are educating me about the various ways in which families become horribly dysfunctional, so, you know, that'll be a hoot.
Oh, and all of my classes are in Saint Paul, in case you wondered. Which is unfortunate as living in Saint Paul would fast-track me to the cold metallic taste of a shotgun in my mouth. Saint Paul is where social lives go when they retire. It's like Florida without the shuffleboard.
spit at you by Nil at 5:26 PM
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