i think the lady who helped me pick my courses at my orientation fucked me over.
WHAT THE FUCK DO I NEED APPLIED MODERN HEALTH FOR?!
apparently when i told her i was not athletic, had been medically exempt from all school-related physical activity for the last 5 years, and was uninterested in running, jogging, badminton, and/or swimming, she heard I AM ATHLETIC, I LOVE SPORTS, PLEASE SIGN ME UP FOR THIS BULLSHIT COLLEGE COURSE.
i can say with absolute conviction that i am dropping that course like acid at a swingers' party. i'll take contemporary health next semester and call it even.
it just sucks that i'll only be refunded 50% of what i paid to take the course. but it wiiill save me gas money and the hellish trip up to campus on wednesdays, and lessen my workload. which is really what i need, since i've been so damn stressed as of late.
nonetheless, my father will prolly be very annoyed with me and my poor, poor 18-year-old judgement skills.
but i really don't need to know how to play tennis and floor hockey to be a journalist/photojournalist. i just need to know my letters, and how to put them together in complex ways to convey a point of view.
so far, i haven't botched that too greatly.
i think i'll live.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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