Three Down... Floor.

Well, as expected, the third one kicked my ass. I actually thought I had my shit together for this one, and apparently that just wasn't the case. Basically it focused a lot of time and problems on concepts that he'd acted like weren't important during the last few weeks of class, and spent basically no time on the stuff he'd actually told us to study.

So the theory is he screwed everyone over, and everyone got like a C or a D, so maybe the curve will be huge. I'll need it to be, that's for sure. Not even going to do grade predictions for this quarter, because its such a crap shoot for the most part. It's now just a waiting game, about ten days and I'll figure out whether or not I broke 2.55 in those two classes, whether or not that gives me a 2.7 in my pre major classes, whether or not that allows me into the full major for the fall, and whether or not I'll be able to graduate in four years. If I screwed this class up then it'll be the only thing I can really take next quarter, unless I make it up during summer school, or something. Sigh, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Sorry, in quite the irritated mood. Going to spend tomorrow carting people and their luggage around for no real reason other than to be nice. I guess I don't have anything better to do, other than sulk.

I'd be asleep right now, if down the hall they weren't screaming at the top of their lungs across to the other building. The great thing for the freshmen about the school year being over is they can basically get away with murder these last few days, and no one really cares. They're having quite the shouting match, referring to their respective moms, girlfriends, and whatever other "hilarious" insults they can come up with. Oh this is good, now someone has some sort of porn playing full blast on their computer. They're like ten doors down with their door closed, as well as mine, and yet I can still hear it clearly. Wonderful. They sure showed them. Alas they seem to have called it quits at least temporarily, time to attempt to sleep. I must say after four years of living with children I'll be quite pleased to be living alone, or at least with people older and more importantly more mature than me.

"It's just one of those daaaaaaaays.... when you wanna be aaaaaaaaaalone... It's just one of those daaaaaaaaays.... when ya gotta be aaaaaaaaalone."

Tomorrow will be better?