Ahh, the sweet time of year that is the beginning of school. Innocent freshman come in the mix, letting the 'community of college' and the lack of disrespect get the best of them by carrying on for several minutes longer than tolerable to show their teacher that gosh darn it! they know something, and they'll be damned if they're not on a first-name basis with the prof the first day because their elder sibling was such good friends with him that they're a shoe-in. Whats this? Off in the distance, a plump, polished jock enters his women's studies class expecting a nod of respect from his female colleagues. He's so sensitive, what with taking this womens studies class and all. Hes so sweet. Actually, they can all see through your half-assed attempt at using these predicted feelings in order to get fresh with half the class. Give it up you tool. And this is the last first semester for me of a year. I have a light load. I go Tuesdays/Thursdays 9:30-11 & 1:30-4. I have 2 comp sci classes and an "Electronic Imaging" class. Your guess is as good as mine on that one. Have a wonderful day as I know I will. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "That is a big trunk. It holds a tuba, a suitcase, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly."
 
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