if it's not a pilot precise grip get it the hell out of here!

so i found out my grade for my access to information class. B. i have gotten a B in every class this summer. no A's. blast. i got an 84% on my final exam. much better than i thought i would get but probably the lowest grade in the class nonetheless. it was a guessing game so i guess i have pretty good guesses.

the fall semester begins on monday. i am frightened. although i've taken three classes this summer they were spaced out so it was only one at a time. this fall i'm attempting three classes at once. two of them are at night after i've worked all day. i am really not excited. really, really not excited. i've reviewed the syllabuses for two of the classes and there is so much reading. how do they expect us to read so much and still have time to get drunk at least three nights a week and that's not counting the weekend. the weekend is strictly for drinking. i think their expectations are a little high...especially for a girl like me.

i did get school supplies though and that is something i love doing. i bought three nice new folders, a legal spiral notebook (i love the thick yellow paper), a new highliter, a sharpie, and some really nice pens. it's all about the pens. nothing feels quite as nice as writing with a nice new pen. i'm very particular about my writing utensils. i have started using pencil every now and then too. not just some ol' number 2 but rather a sweet mechanical one. it has a little finger grip too. very nice. i guess those were frivilous purchases though since i now use my laptop for note taking. oh well.

i only have to buy one textbook which is sweet. two of my classes have everything online so no books are needed. my one class however requires five books. five! (see what i mean about reading encroaching on my drinking time?) i was lucky enough to be able to borrow all of them from colleagues or OHLink except one. i had to break down and buy it. $40. what a rip. that's getting off pretty light though so i'll keep my bitching to a minimum.

although i am not looking forward to the fall semester and the torment it will most likely cause me, i am looking forward to making a new friend in my one class. since this blog stresses anonymity i will not state her name or the class we are taking together but at least having a comrade may make things a little more tolerable. someone to share my pain and to suffer alongside me. and then to perhaps hit the bar with after class. we shall see.