First night

So, I'm sitting in my Geography class, waiting for the prof to show up. The fifteen other people all arrive, and then the prof, who finds out that he forgot something and has to go back to his office to retrieve it. So he doesn't actually start talking to us about the class until about 30 minutes in, and I'm thinking, oh, this is a great way to start. I think the work will be easy for me, if I can manage to sit through all of his sidetrack discussions on Chinese news stations and Russian oil pipelines.

Then I go to my philosophy class. The reverend who is teaching the course seems like a natural teacher and a nice woman to boot, which is good, because I think some of these philosophical discussions might be over my head. It all seems like a lot of words and talking to question oneself, when I prefer more down-to-earth discussions. My two term papers ought to be tons of fun! I think from now on I will look to avoid 8 o'clock night classes...I was listening and comprehending, but my eyes wouldn't stay open until I volunteered to read some passage full of nothing but questions? Find a damn answer and get on with your life! Sheesh!