Little Stephanie's Friggin' First Day of School:

*the following has already been edited twice for uncessary expletives, so if you're still offended, TOUGH SHIT*

#)$&@#)%(*)@#(%@#%
I am SO pissed.
The only class I'm taking this semester that I was thinking might be worthwhile I HAVE TO DROP.
DAMN me for not taking ACC 311 last year.
Now I have to take #($*#)@(%*# Gemberlng for Statistics.
I HATE her.
She 'taught' - yes 'taught' MIS 310 which consequentially, has been deemed SO friggin worthless that the business school is considering revamping/dropping the damn course.
I coulDA learNEd something this semester, but noooOOoo.
It's the only class I bought books for, too..
#($*#)!@
Oh well. I can keep it for next semester. I'm just friggin annoyed.
I really liked Brandl, although he tried really hard to scare the crap out of us the first day. (which worked, because his class which was once closed, is now open. haha. )

My accounting teacher, on the other hand, reminds me of Mrs. Schroyer from high school.
Or a grandmother. But not mine, because my grandmothers are cool.
Being in class with her is basically like this:

She: *tells stupid joke/makes semi-funny comment*

Class: [struggles to emit a half-ass 'heh.heh' so she won't be completELy embarrased]

She: *chokes up another 'joke'*

Class: [stifles irrepressible sense of chagrin and politely coughs up a laugh]

*repeat*
*repeat*
*repeat*
*repeat*
*repeat*

Oh, meanwhile, she's kinda slowly going over our syllabus in excruciating detail.

OH!!! AND GUESS WHAT.
I realize our Accounting tests are on Tuesday nights, and I have CLASS on Tuesday nights.
YAY~
SO guess what I get to do!!
hee hee. *claps and squeals with excitement*

I GET TO TAKE THE FRIGGIN TEST THE NEXT DAY AT SEVEN F****** AM!
While colleges students are slowly laying their wittle heads down to sleep at 5:30 AM,
I will be waking uP, shoveling down breakfast, riding a bus, and taking a test!
WHOOPEEEEeeee for meeee!

OH. and my bus riding experience. BLEW.

I wake up early to go to recruiting for ABSA.
I don't know how to ride the bus. I don't know where our stop is. When the buses get there. Which stop to get off at.
Joe wickedly secures my trust by pretending to give a craP and act supportive,
then makes fun of me the whole time.

I bring yummy Gushers on the bus:

Joe: "hey, you can't eat on the bus. the bus driver lady will yell at you"

Me: "wha? really? oh no!! I'll stuff it in my pocket!"

Jerk: "hahaha. no not really. you are stupid"

Me: "oh."

*bus drives to campus*

Me: "do we get off here?"

Jerk: "why don't you go tug on the bus driver and ask 'are we there yet?' "

Me: [simmers in annoyance] "hey, is it this stop?"

Jerk: "yeah, you can get off here."

Me: [I mentally prepare to disembark]

Jerk: [reiterates] "yeah, you can get off. I'll just laugh and wave goodbye"

Me: " #)$&)@#(%*)#(@%*#~!!"

*classes*

on the way back home...
I wait an HOUR because SOMEONE told me the bus stopped at this one place which it actually DOESN"T; only when people get off there. Little did I know, people don't get OFF there in the afternoon or something. I watch a few buses go by for Wickersham Lane before I realized SOMEONE told me the wrong thing. Either way, I was annoyed. walking back and forth in the sun.

In Conclusion:
I also will NO LONGEr be enjoying, or attending, my classes this semester.
anD
I hate the bus and I hate joe.
I hope everyone else had a WONDERFUL day!

BLOODY.
HELL.

*smiles big*