I went to go talk to the Dean today in a risky attempt to drop my class... a week before finals. And it worked. He dropped my fucking class. I love that man. I'm soooo fucking happy! This takes a huge load off. Now all I have to do is read and study for exams and write one more paper and I'll be on my way
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It was a man... he started counseling me on divorce. I was amused. The guy at the front desk said he couldn't show us anything and we should come back in late December! What's up with that?
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