The final count for this semester? Four classes, twenty-three books, three movies, and nine papers. I think I'm going to rent the movies. But I've obtained one of them because it was only a dollar. The others are outrageously overpriced. The first week of classes went swimmingly. Not. The first day, the first class, my teacher made me look like a fool in front of everyone. Granted it was, in all likelihood, unintentional. She asked for the definition of a word and no one said anything, so I raised my hand and gave what I thought the right answer to be. It wasn't and she proceeded to give the right one. It took her, I swear, a minute to give a two second definition. Then on Tuesday, I had to try and find something before I could catch the bus. So I missed it and stood waiting for about twenty minutes in the freezing snow. When two finally came, the full bus stopped and the double bus, the one that was nearly empty flew on by. Needless to say, I didn't stand there much longer before texting a friend to come and get me. He still got there before another bus came! Don't get me wrong. There were good parts to last week as well. I had dinner with friends, went to Bible study, the party, and studied with some friends yesterday.
My roommate bought me a box of hot cinnamon spiced tea. (I paid her back of course.) I'd been drinking it at the coffee shop and had fallen in love. You can buy them there, but once again: outrageously overpriced. She works at one of the chain stores, so she gets a rather lovely discount. I think the tin is already about a third gone. What can I say? I'm a glutton when it comes to good tea. Coffee just doesn't cut it.
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