anonymouse

School isn't so bad. I mean, it's not good, and it's not so bad that I'll attempt to kill myself -- again, ha ha -- but it's okay.

My abnormal psych prof has a cute Canadian TA. He used the words "out" and also "about." I don't know why that amuses me.

I think I'm a little bothered when I see grammatical and mechanical errors on a syllabus, but it bothers me even more when the professor is part of the english department. Ending sentences in prepositions? No. Floating apostrophes? Jesus. Well, maybe I'll be able to get all sorts of errors by him in my papers.

I missed my 9:25 class this morning. I left at 8 am. There was a big accident, and I was a half hour late and couldn't find a parking space. I double parked because everyone else was. I don't know. I got to the class, and no one was there. I'll assume the professor passed out the syllabi and dismissed the class. And then I went back to my car and found a parking ticket. I was gone for maybe five minutes tops.

Hmmm. I'll probably be participating actively in SG a lot less than I was during intersession. I'll try to reply in people's journals and also comment. And I'll gush about my adorable, perfect, flawless, wonderful kitties in the kitties group. But I will probably have no social life -- okay, I didn't really have one -- because I kind of want and need to maintain my scholarships.