Satisfactory progress.
The registrar approved three of the four classes I plan to take this summer. I need to set up an appointment with the department chair in order to get the abnormal class for my major approved. I’m dreading the meeting, the first time I stepped into his office to get a class waived he was very gruff. Then at the end of the meeting his way of dismissing me was waving me off with his hands. I still had a question you twit. In addition to that I’ll have to ask him if he’ll accept a desultory psych class that I took at a different college that this college does not have available. I want those two stinky little credits going towards the forty I need to graduate.
Every day after the gym I end up having the urge to hyperventilate when I think about the things I need to accomplish during the week. It’s not a lot in each class but it adds up over all and I just end up slightly confused at the beginning of each week until I make my plan. I’m also getting rather annoyed that my biological psych professor has a quiz for us every Wednesday. I’m not annoyed about the quiz but the fact that they are falling on Wednesday every. single. week. Because on Tuesday nights I’m over at Henderson House and I feel like shit each time I have to leave the kids right after our session to study for an idiotic “Reading Progress Quiz”. I wouldn’t be getting A’s on all the exams (or knowlege celebrations I love that term) if I wasn’t reading the text.
I’m also slowly realizing that I’m seriously fucked for fall semester. Two seminars, what am I thinking. Oh right, transfer student.
