Mah First Day of Skew.

Classes today officially started at 3:30, and were done by 5... Yep, only one class Tuesday and Thursday. The excellent thing about the Writing 109EC class I'm taking is I appear to have randomly selected the one section where the only required textbook is 19.95, when all the others combined multiple textbooks that cost up to $100 and beyond. Also the prof seems very cool, will probably make his way into the top five of my favorite profs overall list. Who knows though, it's still early. Apparently the main project in that class will be a "Business Plan" which I probably don't need to explain. Luckily it's in groups of five, so everything is split up and it shouldn't be that gigantic a task. The groups are going to be arbitrarily chosen on Tuesday, so my usual strategy of sitting next to someone who looks smart probably won't work. :) Also since that's the main assignment that means there's no final, which means I won't have one on the last Saturday as was scheduled. Unfortunately, I still probably have a final in my Income Tax class on the Monday following, which is the very last day for finals. Nothing like staying longer than EVERYONE and still not being done while everyone else parties that weekend. Gr. Maybe the prof will move it up, they sometimes do.

Taught yet another friend how to play racquetball tonight, that probably puts me over the dozen mark. She was actually better than most, caught onto the rules very easily and made contact most of the time. Believe me, I've taught some pretty uncoordinated people how to play. Not like I'm giving them horribly difficult shots to hit, but they seem to have more fun laughing at themselves when they miss than anything else. :) Between that and teaching various people how to swim over the last few years, I figure I've done my part to further humanity at UCSB athletically. ;)

Was actually having a really good day coming out of Writing having found out it will be a pretty cool class, and then I came upon my bike on which the front tire had entirely deflated. Found out later after walking it all the way to the A.S. Bike Shop from Phelps that the tube had blown, so that costs me four bucks, a pair of greasy hands, and fifteen minutes or so of grunt work. Luckily it had happened to me once before, so I have the process down pat now. Anyone need tube repairs, I'm your guy!

Now to bed, trying to stick closer to the 11pm to 7am sleeping schedule, although I'm sure the 11pm concept will slide now and then. I know I know, I'm a loser, I should be out partying, etc etc etc. Alas, no pain, no gain.