First week of classes = Homework overload

The first week of classes was this past week, and homework overload. Homework in literally every class I'm taking. All six classes. Children's Lit. Young Adult Lit. Math for Elementary Education. School Health. Cooperative Activities (a gym class). European History and Geography. The stuff that's due Wednesday (my time management plan for health, and reading chapter 2 in my Children's Lit textbook) is gonna get done Tuesday after gym, but the rest (a math quiz, a response paper to the book we just read in Children's Lit, and answering the questions on chapters 3 and 4 for YA Lit) have to get done today. And I got 5 assignments out of the way yesterday so I wouldn't have a crapload to do today.

I really wanna go out and play in the snow. Like, there's not even that much out there, but I just wanna go play in it.

OH MY GOD. So. One of my friends knows someone on youtube who I'm a fan of! He (my friend) went to school with her (the girl from youtube) and they graduated together. And he told me that, and (naturally) I freaked out (because, seriously, OH. MY. GOD.). And so I messaged her on another website and was like "this is so random, but one my friends at college graduated high school with you" and we've just been having a conversation on there and it makes me SO freaking happy!! Every time I see I have a new message, I get all smiley and happy and yeah. And the more I talk to her, the more and more and more I like her. You remember that feeling from elementary school or middle school or whatever, when you have a crush on a new person for the first time? Not your first crush, but... I have no idea how to explain what I'm saying. But anyways I told my friend last night, "Have I told you thank you? For telling me that you know (her name)? Because I probably never would have talked to her otherwise." And he was all like "Well maybe, maybe, next time she's home I can introduce you guys. Maybe." Oh my god!!!! Yeah. It makes me happy.

I freaking LOVE being back at school!!! I missed everyone here more than I even have the words to say. I love the people on my floor. I know, I know, I've said it before, but I really really REALLY lucked out by getting put on this floor. Everyone always says that this never happens, that you never get a floor this great, so I really am so lucky that I got put on this floor, with these people. There's two new people on the floor. One who's not here very often, but when she is here, she fits in with the rest of us. And one who fits in with the rest of us perfectly.

Washable crayons are the most amazing invention ever. Fact.

And now that I've spent time I should have been using for homework typing this up and, really, using a lot of words to not say very much, I actually do have to go get homework done. And I should probably get dressed at some point too, instead of spending all day in my pajamas.

Also, my "a" key on my keyboard only works sometimes lately, and it's REALLY annoying to type with. Because when I noticed that I missed an "a" I have to go back and fix it, which is so annoying to have to do. But yeah. Homework time now.

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