sects part deuce

I spent the remaining 3 hours at Towson running some errands. I went to pick up my check at bookholders, tried to go to the bank to deposit it, but it was closed. I went to campus and sold my math book back. After that I went to the CFA, and hung out with Angelina and Anna for a good hour and a half. We talked about our strong dislike for Berman, and Angelina told us about her freak out. She told him off, and almost punched him in the face. I told her that she should have. We all agreed that he doesn't shut his mouth, all he does is complain. He thinks he's too good to be there, and doesn't do his work. Yet he complains that he deserves better than a C?! Shaun joined us and we continued talking. Steve came over shortly after. There was this exhibit about domestic abuse, and there was a portrait of a mother and daughter. All of us debated whether or not it was really a man who got a sex change. No offense to the shemale, but it looked like a man!

We all reluctantly walked together to the studio, and awaited the exam. Prof Maddox explained that it's important to read the entire exam before writing, because she very well could've said to just "write your name and turn it in". I wish that was the case. The only thing we had to look out for was that we had to write our names on the bottom of the last page. The exam was a breeze. I got my sketch book back, and I waited until the others were done to check our grades. This time, I think her name's Dorthy, joined us in the lobby. I got a B on the Red Bull project. A "B"! SERIOUSLY?! We're all anxious to find out what Berman got, but at the same time I know I'll be even more pissed off. I was pretty angry that I got a B, but I know it could've been worse. Dad asked me how class was, and I told him. He said that it was still good, but I was aiming for an A. Oh well. My average still balances out to an A. I'm going to miss that class, or at least a few of the people in it. It was fun. I'm sure that I'll have them again in other classes.