This morning, at exactly 5:50 AM, the world's loudest thunderclap happened right over my dorm. I jumped straight up in bed thinking a bomb had gone off. Sheesh. Our window was open, too, and since I was much too lazy to go and close it, Laura and I got to sleep our last hour listening to the rain and thunder. I even had a dream about it.
I love rain, just not when I have to go to class in it. Like I said yesterday, I had a French test today, and I know I blew it. I'm thinkin' 15% for my name and showing up to class. To top it off, I had "Helena" by My Chemical Romance stuck in my head.
I'm so dead.
That kinda rhymed.
(Ok, I'm a loser. Get over it.)
I have Ecclesiastes/Song of Songs in like 2 hours. I really wish that class was more interesting, but God the professor is soooooooooooooo boring. and monotone. and...just...not good. I didn't even realize until the midterm that we were supposedly learning something. It felt like all we talked about was hermeneutics. And when you've studied hermeneutics since eleventh grade you tend to tune it out when your prof insists on teaching you again.
Christian private universities...Sometimes I don't think it's worth all that money I'm giving for tuition.
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which is why you should have gone to MSU... cheaper. :-)
at least when i come back to springtown... maybe we can grab a java and talk on a night ur not pulling your hair out over ur stressful school work?
:-)
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