I HAVE SURVIVED MY FIRST SEMESTER AT TOWSON UNIVERSITY!
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LET'S GET STUPID...for about 3 months! Today was my geography final. I pray to God that I never have to see that class, or anything of the sort again. I spent all weekend studying and doing some last minute cramming. I almost started screaming in the lecture hall, because my cell started vibrating. I'm sure that would've been an amusing interruption. Once I turned in my exam, I made my way to the Union to sell back that useless geography text book. I have to say that this is the first school/place to give me good buyback deals on my used books. I sold back my math book as well, and I got $47.50 for both. After that trip, I made my way to the CFA to get my drawing portfolio. I got in the elevator and I hoped that I wouldn't run into Berman. I rode with this random lady. The studio was open, but there was no one inside. I grabbed my portfolio in a rush, and made my way back to the elevator. Part of me was thinking that Berman would be inside, if not, on the first floor. Walking out of the elevator, into the stairwell coridor, I passed two girls having the strangest conversation; "Centre (she pronounced it as "centry")?! You mean that's how they spell "center" in Europe?!" The other girl nodded her head, and their inane conversation continued. I wanted to hit that girl with my portfolio. They spell "center" as "centre" here too, idiot! Behold the morons I go to school with. Dani forewarned me about this, so I'm not entirely surprised. I made it through the building clear, and left campus. Driving up Osler to Towsontown, I rolled down my window and screamed with happiness. I had survived Towson so far. It was funny, I did that as I was passing the scoreboard that has "THIS IS TIGER TOWN" written on the side facing the street. On my way to campus this morning, I saw this random girl doing a happy dance as she walked down Osler. I honestly know the feeling :)
I have to promise myself not to forget some of the information that I've learned this semester. By the looks of things, most of the info went out the door as soon as I left each of my classrooms. I told myself that as soon as I get home, I would clean up my room. I have a ton of things, mainly clothes, to get rid of. Yeah...it's not happening right now. I will get around to in eventually. Before giving Maxx a bath I decided to channel my inner middle schooler, and resurected an old hairstyle. I remember getting strange looks and snide comments then, I can see a repeat only girls would secretly wear their hair like this when they think no one's looking. I meant to put them in buns like I did back in the day, but I was in a rush since I had to get Maxx from the garage. He was outside while my mom planted some plants, and she sprayed him with the hose. For some reason it's friggin cold in May, so I had to rush before my dog suffers from hypothermea. She also told me that he broke loose from his harness. I looked at it, and nothing's broken. It's like asking a person how they took their underwear off, without removing their pants first. No one really knows.
I've made some progress with the cleaning; I put one sock in the laundry pile. Now that just leaves the rest of the mess to be cleared. Yeah, I should probably get on that now. Maybe. I should look for that chapstick first.
LET'S GET STUPID...for about 3 months! Today was my geography final. I pray to God that I never have to see that class, or anything of the sort again. I spent all weekend studying and doing some last minute cramming. I almost started screaming in the lecture hall, because my cell started vibrating. I'm sure that would've been an amusing interruption. Once I turned in my exam, I made my way to the Union to sell back that useless geography text book. I have to say that this is the first school/place to give me good buyback deals on my used books. I sold back my math book as well, and I got $47.50 for both. After that trip, I made my way to the CFA to get my drawing portfolio. I got in the elevator and I hoped that I wouldn't run into Berman. I rode with this random lady. The studio was open, but there was no one inside. I grabbed my portfolio in a rush, and made my way back to the elevator. Part of me was thinking that Berman would be inside, if not, on the first floor. Walking out of the elevator, into the stairwell coridor, I passed two girls having the strangest conversation; "Centre (she pronounced it as "centry")?! You mean that's how they spell "center" in Europe?!" The other girl nodded her head, and their inane conversation continued. I wanted to hit that girl with my portfolio. They spell "center" as "centre" here too, idiot! Behold the morons I go to school with. Dani forewarned me about this, so I'm not entirely surprised. I made it through the building clear, and left campus. Driving up Osler to Towsontown, I rolled down my window and screamed with happiness. I had survived Towson so far. It was funny, I did that as I was passing the scoreboard that has "THIS IS TIGER TOWN" written on the side facing the street. On my way to campus this morning, I saw this random girl doing a happy dance as she walked down Osler. I honestly know the feeling :)
I have to promise myself not to forget some of the information that I've learned this semester. By the looks of things, most of the info went out the door as soon as I left each of my classrooms. I told myself that as soon as I get home, I would clean up my room. I have a ton of things, mainly clothes, to get rid of. Yeah...it's not happening right now. I will get around to in eventually. Before giving Maxx a bath I decided to channel my inner middle schooler, and resurected an old hairstyle. I remember getting strange looks and snide comments then, I can see a repeat only girls would secretly wear their hair like this when they think no one's looking. I meant to put them in buns like I did back in the day, but I was in a rush since I had to get Maxx from the garage. He was outside while my mom planted some plants, and she sprayed him with the hose. For some reason it's friggin cold in May, so I had to rush before my dog suffers from hypothermea. She also told me that he broke loose from his harness. I looked at it, and nothing's broken. It's like asking a person how they took their underwear off, without removing their pants first. No one really knows.
I've made some progress with the cleaning; I put one sock in the laundry pile. Now that just leaves the rest of the mess to be cleared. Yeah, I should probably get on that now. Maybe. I should look for that chapstick first.
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