The Usual April Fool's
The fire alarm got pulled 3 minutes into the biology lecture this morning. I had to stand outside in the cold and drizzly weather for a good 10 minutes before we were let back in. It was productive though. Between three people, we solved the entire Jumble in the newspaper.

Classes will be over tomorrow. That's a relief. Too bad the studying isn't. I have a week to understand everything that I supposedly learned the last 6 weeks. And enrol in that stupid Subject Post and declare my major. I feel like going across the border and I have to "declare" something. Like I have a purpose in my undergraduate degree that I need to tell everyone about.

School sucks. But I'm thinking of taking a summmer course or two. See, there's this philosophy course called "The Art of Thinking". I guess it's like a critical thinking course. I don't think it's being offered next year at all, so this might be the last chance I have. It feels strange to know that there are people out there who consider thinking to be an art form. Are we really at that stage where the mere act of forming an opinion of something and expressing it coherently is so abstract that only a small percentage of the population are able to do it? Anyway, the course description has me hooked. And next year, I might take this course called "Greek and Latin for Scientists" so I have actually have a chance at all the nomenclature. Sometimes, I'm glad I go to a school with the power of W&H.

It hit me the other day that I don't have the common sense that most people have. I never think of the most obvious answers to questions. Like on a test, I'll screw up the easiest parts and actually do decent on the harder ones. I hope this is a gift rather than a curse.

I hate everyone I go to school with. They find some way of pissing me off every single day. I think I'm turning into a teeth-grinder like Stannis.