It's the end of my second day of classes for the fall semester. I have come to the conclusion that I will learn more in this semester than I have learned in all of my other semesters since I started college. My butt it also gonna end up being the worst bruised ever.

My Spanish class started off kind of rough. I took 3 months off during the semester and haven't spoken a word of Spanish since my oral final last spring. Then I went to my statistics class and was told that I'm actually going to have to work on this stuff everyday. That's the class that I'll be praying just to pass in. I hate math, but it was the only statistics class that fit in my schedule and I have to have it as a prerequisite.
I also went back to campus yesterday to draw tickets for the football game for Melissa because I didn't get a chance to earlier. I got about 50 feet away from the ticket window when a guy come out to tell us that all the tickets for the draw had indeed been drawn. To top it off, there was some Freshman behind me who kept talking to me and this girl that was in front of me. Pretty annoying and then he decides to follow me to the bus stop and try and keep talking to me. I was thinking, GO AWAY, but his psychic abilities had evidently failed him.
Today for some odd reason I though my first class was at 8:30. It was actually at 8, I've never had a class at 8:30, NEVER, so I don't know why I thought so. The good thing to come out of it was that I timed the bus to get me there with enough time for the 8:30 class, so I got there about 8:20. I guess I just gotta push that timing back 15 minutes for next Tuesday. He made a boring introduction, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He let us out early so I went to the Atrium in the business school and hung out for 2 hours, ate a bagel, and had an iced coffee drink. I felt so cool, hehe. So I started reading one of the history books that my professor acutally had written. It was pretty complex, but I again felt cool cause I understood it. I'm going to have to outline the chapters and take it slow, but I think I'll make it.
Here's the good part of my day, and I actually mean good!:
I went to my advertising class, you know, the one that you take after everyone has been weeded out. The lady teaching the class, Deborah Morrison, is so awesome. Her introduction inspired me so much, it made me want to cry. I don't really get emotional from lectures or speeches, or sappy movies for that matter. I've even been called a cold hearted bitch, out of jest of course. Anyway, I hope this class goes as well as her intro leads on to be. It made me think that I had finally found what I was supposed to do with my life. She said things that made you want to believe in yourself and made you want to stick to advertising, to learn more about you and the world you live in. It made me so freakin happy. I needed a boost.
Then when I got home, the lady at UIL I emailed last night right before I went to sleep about a job emailed me back, saying that there was an opening. I would like to work at UIL again, even though the pay is crappy, because it's such a flexible position to be in. They understand if you need to study one day and whatnot. I also know the tricks of this trade since I've worked there once before.
So as SpongeBob would say: I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready!