Fuck it

So, to be completely contrary to my last post, Ive dropped the only class I was taking this term. Heres the long and short of it: summer classes can be a pain in the ass because they are a more condensed version of classes offered during any other term - usually about 3 weeks shorter than normal. I was taking a math class and learning all of the material at home on my own because the teacher was the worst lecturer EVER. She would lecture only from power points and speed through all of the slides before I could take any notes, moving on to the next subject WAY too fast. Then she would speed through a couple example problems on the board, then look down her nose and answer questions in a very condescending manner. On top of this the class had 4 exams, all of which were a very large part of the final grade. This meant there was an exam about every other week on top of the final exam - so on top of teaching myself the material and doing a TON of assigned homework there was constant studying for an upcoming exam. THEN I got an email from my advisor saying that I didnt need the class anyway. All of this seemed like a lot of work for one class that I wasnt really learning anything in AND that I didnt need, so I dropped it. Fuck it, Im already 15 credits ahead of schedule, its summer and come fall its gonna be back to the grind stone. Im still going to learn the material on the syllabus on my own, I just wont be wasting my time on useless lectures, and I wont be getting any credit for it.

Ah well.

In other news - my cell phone is currently shut off due to my complete financial retardedness. I wont get into the details - suffice to say that I am not always as brilliant as you might think from all of the amazing insight I have to offer on this here blog. In light of this, Im playing with the idea of keeping it off for a week or two instead of scrambling to get it back on. You know, just to see what happens. So far its been peaceful. VERY peaceful. The thing is, I lived almost my whole life without one (with the exception of the last 5 to 7 years) and I was totally fine. Now I freak out if I leave the house without it. I want to distance myself from that need. The need to constantly be reachable and to constantly reach out. Texting has become like a heroin addiction to me - and Ive definitely already experienced some withdrawals - and that is ridiculous to me. "Cutting the cord" (so to speak) is absolutely necessary for me. I live with my best friend and those who know me most know how to get a hold of me if they really, really need to. Other than that, I think it will be nice to kind of disappear from the radar for a bit.

See? I can be optimistic!

xo