as much as i love my shakespeare class, i have one complaint. bulman never knows when to end the class. it didn't matter so much last semester when i was in his early brit. lit. class, since i didn't have a class immediately after it, but this semester i have stats right after shakespeare, and so far i've been late to almost every class. class is supposed to end at 2:20, but it usually goes to 2:25 or so. i have stats at 2:30, and that gives me only a few minutes to walk from arter to carnegie over sidewalks that are slushy and slippery. i'm always afraid that i'm going to fall, so i have to go rather slowly (i fell a LOT in junior high because i wasn't as careful, and of course people would always laugh instead of helping me up or checking to see if i was ok). plus, my legs are a lot shorter than everyone else's, and i have to walk as fast as i can to keep up with people. so i usually end up a couple minutes late. it's not that big of a deal, but you have to understand that i HATE being late. i often come to classes 5 minutes early to prevent being late. i'm just anal about punctuality, so being 2 minutes late to class is a nightmare. anyway, i just wish prof. bulman would end class promptly. and that's my mini-rant.
i got a letter from home, but i haven't opened it. my dad said he sent me some articles (probably boring, career-oriented ones or technology news - he still doesn't quite realize that i'm a creative writing major even though i'm a computer whiz and have done lots of computer work for him). i also have to write to grandma (maybe with a picture of me making ramen noodles in my hot pot, since she gave me the hot pot along with a ceramic container thingy and enough ramen to get me through this semester and maybe next semester too) and pop pop (i saw him last week, but he's alone and depressed now and katie and i are his only grandkids so we're kind of the sun in his sky... that kind of stuff). in fact, there's a lot of stuff i have to do. i wish i wasn't so damned lazy. *shrug*