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I have almost no Facebook photos. I have like, three, including the Master Chief one, so I did what most people do: hold a camera phone up to my face and hit the button. I need group photos.
in other news, I'm stoked because I got a 97 on my religious studies mid-term (a multiple essay and short-answer test, no less!). my lowest grade in my classes is a B+. if I'm lucky my GPA will almost break 3.0, assuming my grades don't drop. I've also switched my major and minor to a psychology major and English minor, in the pursuit of social work.
Jon's switching schools to a school more expensive than this one (which I always thought was astronomical) to study criminal justice, and he still wants to be a police officer of some kind. considering that he's six inches taller than I am (5'7" versus 6'1"), I think he'll make a good officer.
Mark wants to move into another dorm because police services is located in this building, and he wants to drink. a lot. he claims to have had ten beers the other night, which was the source of his self-proclaimed hangover. but considering that he's about my height and just a little heavier, that's pretty hard to believe. I can only take about two drinks before feeling too sick for comfort (even with food), and I completely lack social anxiety and feel perfectly comfortable in any company which is why I really don't drink at all.
I've been meeting with the professors a lot lately to go over the material. I should have done it much more often before this point, since following lectures, as fast as they go, is pretty damned impossible for me. and it's kind of embarrassing to ask for other people's notes (it's part of the disability program), but only one person has treated me like a patient, more or less. it's still a little weird when the person knows it's for disability services, and it seems like they think I'm dangerously crazy (not as bad as when I was at Northern Essex, though, which involved someone so overtly cautious with me it was unsettling). one student said to me, for whatever reason and without making eye contact, "Don't worry, I don't think you have rabies." the way she said it, I wasn't sure how to take that.
my father and I are still on wavering terms after the worst conflict we've ever had between each other. I cried hard enough in hurting rage to make an uncomfortable spot where all the salt culminated, next to my left eye. I was hurt more yesterday that the card he gave me for my birthday was blank except for "Dad", which is really not like him at all, as he usually puts really long and thoughtful notes all over the card about his affection for me. he didn't want to talk to me all day, either. it really was upsetting, and I hope this stops soon.
that's about it, I suppose. I need to go exercise and run for a while.
in other news, I'm stoked because I got a 97 on my religious studies mid-term (a multiple essay and short-answer test, no less!). my lowest grade in my classes is a B+. if I'm lucky my GPA will almost break 3.0, assuming my grades don't drop. I've also switched my major and minor to a psychology major and English minor, in the pursuit of social work.
Jon's switching schools to a school more expensive than this one (which I always thought was astronomical) to study criminal justice, and he still wants to be a police officer of some kind. considering that he's six inches taller than I am (5'7" versus 6'1"), I think he'll make a good officer.
Mark wants to move into another dorm because police services is located in this building, and he wants to drink. a lot. he claims to have had ten beers the other night, which was the source of his self-proclaimed hangover. but considering that he's about my height and just a little heavier, that's pretty hard to believe. I can only take about two drinks before feeling too sick for comfort (even with food), and I completely lack social anxiety and feel perfectly comfortable in any company which is why I really don't drink at all.
I've been meeting with the professors a lot lately to go over the material. I should have done it much more often before this point, since following lectures, as fast as they go, is pretty damned impossible for me. and it's kind of embarrassing to ask for other people's notes (it's part of the disability program), but only one person has treated me like a patient, more or less. it's still a little weird when the person knows it's for disability services, and it seems like they think I'm dangerously crazy (not as bad as when I was at Northern Essex, though, which involved someone so overtly cautious with me it was unsettling). one student said to me, for whatever reason and without making eye contact, "Don't worry, I don't think you have rabies." the way she said it, I wasn't sure how to take that.
my father and I are still on wavering terms after the worst conflict we've ever had between each other. I cried hard enough in hurting rage to make an uncomfortable spot where all the salt culminated, next to my left eye. I was hurt more yesterday that the card he gave me for my birthday was blank except for "Dad", which is really not like him at all, as he usually puts really long and thoughtful notes all over the card about his affection for me. he didn't want to talk to me all day, either. it really was upsetting, and I hope this stops soon.
that's about it, I suppose. I need to go exercise and run for a while.