8 a.m. October 1, 2008
Posted by meaha in life.trackback
What is with 8 a.m. classes? Do they really serve a purpose? Or is this just college professors way of saying, “Hey guys, we hate you. Seriously.”
It struck me today when I was washing my hair that there really isn’t any point in the 8 a.m. class other than pissing off hundreds of students at the university each day. I also realized another thing.
Sleep is good.
I don’t get enough of that. I’m not sure what my deal is, I either get excited, or busy, or riled up beyond all compare–and at that point, sleep is out of the question.
But back to the subject at hand, maybe if the class wasn’t a hard one. I mean really… pathophysiology when my slantly lil eyes aren’t even open yet? Ghetto….
El Presidente de la Universidad is a poop because he changed our schedule. Two extra weeks of summer did not boost my earnings enough to justify my classes being longer and my days going on forever.
rawr!
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