i was so deceived, i thought we had a thing
how could you do me so wrong?

English really sucks. I bet that instructor is really confused or something about the papers I turn in. One essay will be an A, the next wont, and the pattern continues. It's pretty funny, though. If I actually read the stories and take time to write essays, they're good ones. Conversely, if I don't read the stories, the essay isn't so good. She also assigned another essay due next Monday... after break. Boo.

I got pretty pissed in psych today. Got back an essay. Freaking got a B on it. Yet the comments professed that the papr was "extremely well written." The instructor also asked for a copy of it... It so pisses me off. Not to get marked down because the paper sucks, but because of structure and formalities. Then again, the paper wasn't completely mine to begin with, haha. Then we talked about how it's adoption month right now and she was complaining about how much paperwork there is. With the holdays rolling around, the instrutor started talking about how everybody changes as they get older. She told all us first semester college students that even since starting school in August, we've changed. We just don't know it because we're with ourselves everyday, haha.

Didn't get tests back in precalc. Class lasted like thirty minutes. The instructor spent part of the time saying how crappy it is to teach at Laney College. It sounds pretty ghetto out there. We then started off the conic sections, starting with the parabola. It should have been this easy in high school...

One more day of school! Just have to finish off this marriage contract.

Planning is coming along nicely.

"He's going as a piece of corn bread."

Willy's breakdown of grades in high school:
f = too lazy to copy
d = copying
c = copying hw and cheating on tests
b = giving teachers presents
a = you know what's going on