Bitches... it's Monday

Ugh. I swear I was just celebrating the fact that I had a free weekend in front of me. Now here I am, in the middle of another school day.

I've already found one professor who is seriously lacking at making class resemble anything close to interesting. A shame since the subject matter could be so interesting. I loathe professors who lecture to no one in particular, jumping all over the place in the timeline of history and then looking annoyed if people aren't following. It's called an outline! Put it on power point, the board, something!!!

I also have zero patience for profs who lecture longer than their allotted time. I've been in classes like that before and consequently have missed shuttle busses that would have gotten me to my next class on time. You are given a 50 minute class, not a minute longer!! Got it?

Sorry. It grinds my gears when profs do that.

It's week 2 of school meaning the workload is picking up but I'm not swamped just yet. Still, I know what's coming and I'm a little concerned. I've noticed that all my classes have papers due at relatively the same time. Joy. That's always fun.

On a sad note...I grabbed the paper today and saw the headline story about the plane crash. This is sad first and foremost because of the devastating loss of life, but also because I have to get on a plane this Thursday and fly to Portland, OR. I had just said the other day that I didn't even remember the last time a plane crashed and many people died (other than world trade center and that wasn't an accident) then BAM. This happened. Makes me sad for the family members and makes me extra nervous to get on my own flight. Doesn't help that flying is so nerve-wracking as is.

Today my mom and I went to Perkins for lunch. I got a "mammoth muffin" with my meal which I'm still trying to finish. It truly is mammoth but it's also dangerous. UND is having a serious wasp problem this year and, it turns out, carrying around a sweet-smelling muffin can make you a target of flying, stinging insects. Lame.

I need to finish my last class and then head to work for a few hours. After which I should buckle down and get some reading done for history. More likely than not, I will make pasta and watch House. This is not a good way to start the semester.

Hmmmm... I think I'm supposed to "apply" to graduate. Maybe I should do that? If I miss the cut-off I will go postal.