For the most part, I'm enjoying my classes. Washington: Symbol and City is pretty much amazing. I'm so excited about that class. It's freaking awesome. My Nazism class isn't too bad, but hella note taking and outside reading. And its being taught by the new chair of the department, so I want to do well in the class. I'm sure it will be fine though. Media is gonna be a bitch, simply because it is a class conprised of 42 freshman, John Lynsky, Alyssa LaCorte and myself. Tons of bitchwork. But I've had the prof before and she really likes me so I don't forsee getting anything less that a straight A in that class.
I'm pretty sure I'll have a mental breakdown at some point this semester. My roommates will come back to find me passed out on the foof chair with a cold washcloth over my eyes and a pile of ww2 propoganda books surrounding me. Possibly some redbull cans scattered around. in any event, it wont be a pretty site.
I think I'm dying of the swine flu. not really, but I am losing my voice. For no real reason, because I feel fine other than this terrible cough and the fact that I cant talk. Shit. I hope its not like this all weekend. I've got shit to do. And I need to have a voice.
