So I rolled off of JR's couch after partying all night Sunday and started classes yesterday. Yes, in my club gear, wreaking of cigarettes and liquor. I'm only taking two for the summer: Finite Math, and Strategies. My Finite professor is nice but retarded. He got lost about five times in the lesson and couldn't complete half of the problems without the help of the class (read: me).
Strategies will be fun. The professor is mad cool. Of course I'm her fav already. This should be an easy summer.