Skipped all my classes wednesday in deference to watching vital election coverage. Went home when Kerry conceded. Got drunk alone that night. Registered for classes, all of which I got into. Today, I went to French, where there was a quiz I wasn't aware of or prepared for. Fuck. I didn't do too poorly, but there was one section that I definitely fucked up. So that sucks. 
After that, I hung out in the lounge, reading Survivor now that I finally finished with the Awakening(thank you, spark notes!). Went to VOA, but a girl I didn't recognize outside told me it was cancelled. Odd. Then I read more Survivor and went to Interpreting Lit. Saw a sign saying it was cancelled. Well, that's fantastic, I get to go home early. But what the fuck? I felt like there was something amiss, some great disturbance in the English force. Maybe someone died. I don't know, but I felt REALLY out of sorts on the way home, in which I sped the whole way and made record time. I don't know, I wish I knew if my teachers checked their email over the weekend, because I'm super curious to find out what's going on. I'm a bit scared, and I suppose it's for no reason, this should've been a joyous occasion...
After that, I hung out in the lounge, reading Survivor now that I finally finished with the Awakening(thank you, spark notes!). Went to VOA, but a girl I didn't recognize outside told me it was cancelled. Odd. Then I read more Survivor and went to Interpreting Lit. Saw a sign saying it was cancelled. Well, that's fantastic, I get to go home early. But what the fuck? I felt like there was something amiss, some great disturbance in the English force. Maybe someone died. I don't know, but I felt REALLY out of sorts on the way home, in which I sped the whole way and made record time. I don't know, I wish I knew if my teachers checked their email over the weekend, because I'm super curious to find out what's going on. I'm a bit scared, and I suppose it's for no reason, this should've been a joyous occasion...