Well, it makes technical writing almost tolerable. I can think of nothing legal that would make that class tolerable. Maybe alcohol poisoning. That might actually be worth trying next week.
Tuesdays are our math study sessions. It's me, Lee, Amy, Heather, and the Canadian "spy" Rich. It's a nice balance, and we get quite a bit done. Maybe not as much as we should, but more than I'd get done on my own. It also helps to know what others have trouble with, because it lets me focus on specific problems rather than trying to think about the whole thing as one big problem.
Heat Transfer is boring. All we do is derive, all class long. He's caught on that I feel that way, says Lee. I can't help it - it's right after lunch and everything he's doing is in the book. I'm learning things, but from the book, not the lecture. And it's really only one equation we're learning to solve in several ways, so not even the problem changes. Like I said: boring.
The break before Technical Writing wasn't productive at all. I did get Subway, which was tasty. I also wrote whatever was due today. It was a proposal for the project paper thing. Subway was tasty, though.
Class was a colossal waste of my time. We spent an hour on the 30 minutes worth of work left from last week. Then we took 3 quizzes, discussed inappropriate sexual objects, and made fun of stupid people. That last part was OK, but the only thing that kept me sane during the rest was chatting with Amy (UTSI Amy not CBU Amy) on AIM for about the last 90 minutes of class. I hope I get out of this class. Please, please, please Dr. Schulz, get me out of this class!
If the roofers are here tomorrow at 7:30, I will be very cross with someone. Mark my words: very cross. I might be forced to hint that I might threaten to draft a slightly impolite letter to their supervisor. Fair warning. More tomorrow.
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