The presentations the sophs are giving are seriously crabbing me out. While they have rubbed fake boobs and picked their noses on camera, they haven’t really done any deep thinking about their books. We’re all kind of pissed at each other about it, and we all yearn for the upcoming spring break.

The dingleberry on this shitty day was the email I got from my grad school program. Seems they’ve decided to add an additional requirement: a course I’ll need to take next fall. A course that’s only offered on Tuesdays at one pm, smack dab in the middle of fifth hour. Needless to say, I’ll need to do some serious finagling in order to see a diploma any time in the near future.