I'm in my second semester in college.
This first week has been the worst I can imagine, according to time management and preparedness. I hadn't scheduled my classes until the day before I was going back to school; because of this I'm only taking the classes I need for major (I'm going to trade school). The rest of the academic classes going towards my Associates are going to be put on hold until the summer as a result. Worst off I haven't gotten my third installment of my grant to pay for the tools and books I need. And I'm not about to take out any loans. But if I don't get my supplies I'm lucky if I'd get to come back until Wednesday.
Sometimes it's not so bad, especially when you get to hear the other class's instructor asking one of his students to explain to the class why he had his hands on another man's pipe.
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The first day was just a cluster fuck as soon as I stepped back on campus at seven in the morning.
Although now that I've gotten my day starting at nine I can just dick around on my laptop in the cafeteria. But I digress.
Monday started with meeting two different teachers: one reasonable and stable, while the other is in your face not giving a "flying fornication" as he puts it. My schedule showed me having both these teachers, and after speaking to both of them it was revealed to me their classes conflicted with each other. So I had to choose.
I chose the flying fornication.
I wasn't taking my first semester seriously, maybe this will give me the push to keep my nose to the grindstone.
