Ok, so I’ll get to those accusations leveled against me when I get back. I’m going to the union for some brews and supper. Cause nothing cheers me up like that…especially on a day when you’ve got people accusing you of being something you’re not and jumping to conclusions.

oh yeah, and it goes well with rain, the trivia playing.

All right, out of the 17 credits attempted this semester, I only earned 14 of them, having dropped Donovan’s Sophist class.

I got 3 A’s and 2 B’s in everything else. One of those B’s was in People and the Environment, and the reason I got a B was the fact that I didn’t do a damned thing. No worries for me.

The other B was in creative non-fiction…and as far as I’m concerned, that class can suck my ass. Never before have I been in a class that I didn’t care a whit about, and that didn’t benefit me at all. People and the Environment even benefitted me some, as I got to go camping. I’ve got to say, however, that creative non-fiction is the devil’s own writing, and those that set up a class like that, with a TA like that, can go running straight to hell.

damn, I hated that class. I told the teacher in the conference thing that the only thing I got out of that class was that I never wanted to write creative non-fiction again. She wasn’t too pleased.

Anyway, finishing up my undergrad education witha 3.09 GPA, I feel pretty good. After completely bombing my first year and a half here, dropping out for a semester, and then coming back switching majors, I’ve pretty much slapped the statistics that say someone in my position won’t finish college in the face.

I feel pretty damned good. Wheee!