Woes.

I'm just going to make a quick rant about the new semester.

1. First of all, I have weight training at 7:30 am (which isn't the bad part), but I have math right after. How exactly do I go about the school year without smelling not-so-good in a math class due to the lack of time to clean up after working out? Hmm. I'm still trying to figure this one out.
   
   
2. As I sat in Organic Chemistry and listened to the introduction to the class, which was pretty exciting (for real), the kid next to me asked me what time my Chem Lab was. I pulled out the schedule I had hand-written on a piece of notebook paper that stops at Thursday because I ran out of room and I couldn't spot a chemistry lab. I shrugged it off, thinking that maybe it was on Friday and I didn't remember. When I got back to my apartment, I checked my schedule and lo and behold, no chem lab. NO CHEM LAB? Wait, what? Crap. I tried desperately to try and add a chem lab, and I saw three times open. I looked through my schedule and saw that only one chem lab would work. As I added the class, it bit me in the face by saying, "Oh well gee, we were never actually open. Looks like you're going on a really long waiting list. Good luck!" You might be thinking to yourself, "Hey, I wouldn't complain about not having an Organic Chemistry Lab. I mean O Chem is one of the hardest classes out there (right above Calc II), and the labs are equally treacherous. Stop your whining."
   But listen here: I have to have the lab credit in order to continue on in my major. So if I don't get the lab credit this semester, then I'll have to get it next semester, which puts me behind a semester and... it will just screw up the whole deal.
   
   
3. (Back on the math issue) The second I walked into my Calc III class my mood was immediately shot down into the depths of a long-drop toilet. As I listened to my professor mumble about valid excuses for missing a test (which includes athletic competitions but not having a baby), I tried in my mind to make math seem fun. As the professor started writing the lecture on the board in terrible, tiny handwriting and mumbling inaudibly, I realized my dislike for math. Let me rephrase: I realized that my intense hatred for math that had arisen last semester had not dissipated but in fact grew exponentially. I HATE IT. I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE going through the math process. The material itself isn't exactly terrible, but the learning, the homework, the tests, the quizzes, the math tutoring center and everything else is just unpleasant. I don't care if I have to go through that with other classes, but with math it's just... terrible.
   
   
4. Fourthly (is that a word?), for my physics class I am required to have an access code to access the course online. Because the codes can't be reused, I searched online for a new book under the impression and hopes that it contained an access code. I bought one for cheaper than my bookstore offered it, hoping that I could save $40. I opened my book today and discovered that there was, in fact, no access code. Blagh. So I have a few options:
   
   
   • Go to the bookstore and just buy the code
     No longer an option :(
   • Return my book and buy a used one and then buy and access code at the bookstore/online
   • Buy the access code online
   • Return my book and just buy the book/access code package from the bookstore
     
     I must think quickly!
   
   
5. Fifthly, I am glad to be back at school. Believe it or not, but I am. Even if it did pour down rain every time I was walking to class. But I love being back in college, and even if I don't know how to cook, I wouldn't go back home at the moment.

Love,

Sarah.