I'm not wearing pants.

[caithream]

So.

Contemporary Health Problems?

Yeah. About that.

It's all the way on the other freaking side of the campus, next to the Moffit Cancer Center, and I don't know that area at all. So after parking, and wandering and wandering and having slight panic attacks because I have no idea what direction I'm going in or where I need to be, I finally find the building thanks to a bus stop map. Get to class ten minutes before it starts (surprisingly).

Dude, I didn't think the class would be like my high school health class. That gets a NO THNX. in Sarah's book. Five minutes in, I decided to drop it.

After much deliberation, I've picked up Gerentology (the study of aging, which will probably lead to DEATH! Death > health problems?), but the teacher isn't listed on ratemyprofessor.com and the book is freaking $101 gaaahh, so I hope I made the right choice. At least, if I hate the class, I won't have to get lost while hating it, because it's right in the center of all my other classes.

But! My Creative Writing class? SO AWESOME. The teacher is cool, and nice, and reminds me of an adult Ginny for some reason, red hair and all. There's only 17 of us, and even though we do have to do workshops and read our work in class (I kind of feel like dying everywhere), I think it'll be okay, because I'm with people who appreciate writing as much as I do... unlike a Comp class, or something. So, yay.


I love Simon and Garfunkel a whole damn lot. Ung.