In the age old tradition of... me, I've updated so I have to write something here.

I'm taking a 2D class with a dyslexic teacher who is totally incapable of explaining herself, unless of course she's spewing some bile about "YOUR GENERATION IS UNGRATEFUL AND BLAH BLAH." Even then she's pretty illogical. She also doesn't ever demonstrate anything and she rationalizes all this because "I don't want you all to come out as little versions of me!!" Sadly, most of the class is first semester so they eat her shit up like gold without realizing she's a terrible teacher. Gold isn't a very good thing to eat, but I suppose you understand my mixed up similes.

Funnily enough, art is my hardest class whilst I'm taking Astronomy, Biology (honors) and Literature. All these kids in these classes hear I've got a 4.0 and think I've got some pulsing, genius brain. I'm just good at retaining information, I guess. That and I've probably developed a link between my own self-worth and my grades, but I think that's normal of people who have stellar grades. We're generally screwed up.

Other than that, I suppose I'm dealing with life. Hopefully nobody else I'm close to will die this year. That'd be cool.

I'm transferring next year, who cares.

Oh, and I finally got a job. I'm an English tutor, although I've so far done no tutoring. So, I'm just an office assistant for now.

Whatever.