Well the semester is finally over and I am blogging from my glorious kitchen table in my glorious childhood home in the glorious town of Westwood Massachusetts. This past semester I took 37 credits, and next semester I will also be taking 37 credits. It got me thinking about my girl Gail Mattix from UD who told me that there was almost no chance that I would be allowed to take 20 credits in the spring of 2010 because it was just too much. Guess what Gail? I just took 37 and got a 3.6 so something tells me that 20 2 years ago (damn) was probably not too much. I think at this point they could tell me I'm taking 50 credits and I wouldn't even think twice. My boy Dr. Elliot could waltz down into my classroom and be like "Drew we decided that it would be best for you to take tri 5 and 6 together, but you'll just be taking tri 5 online is that OK?" and I would be like "sorry Dr. Elliot I didnt pay attention to what you just said because it was so believable that you would ask me that and I don't listen to mundane details. You know how old people like to say "you're only as old as you feel" even though we all know they're lying? That's essentially what I'm doing right now. Please don't make me take 50 credits. It was just a joke. I take it back
So I get to see all my college friends in 12 days and I feel pretty OK about it. By the way thanks for actually allowing "feels pretty ok" become a thing guys. I know it's not that funny and you really only hang out with me because I organize this kind of thing so you can all see each other but I appreciate the gesture. By the way I'm the worst at charades. There is no one worse than me. And also pictionary. And taboo. pretty much any of those games where you have to describe things quickly in an unorthodox way. Whoever made up those games were clearly not looking out for those of us who are self-conscious and have a lisp. Sorry that I can't talk quickly and I mumble alright? Just leave me alone and let me guess or make snide comments from the side in good fun. I can do that. Just don't make me get up in front of the class because it's scary and I have a nervous bladder.
Alright it's time to go christmas shopping with mom and dad. But not before your haiku
semester is done
fly back home to westwood, mass
J O in each room
killed that haiku
So I get to see all my college friends in 12 days and I feel pretty OK about it. By the way thanks for actually allowing "feels pretty ok" become a thing guys. I know it's not that funny and you really only hang out with me because I organize this kind of thing so you can all see each other but I appreciate the gesture. By the way I'm the worst at charades. There is no one worse than me. And also pictionary. And taboo. pretty much any of those games where you have to describe things quickly in an unorthodox way. Whoever made up those games were clearly not looking out for those of us who are self-conscious and have a lisp. Sorry that I can't talk quickly and I mumble alright? Just leave me alone and let me guess or make snide comments from the side in good fun. I can do that. Just don't make me get up in front of the class because it's scary and I have a nervous bladder.
Alright it's time to go christmas shopping with mom and dad. But not before your haiku
semester is done
fly back home to westwood, mass
J O in each room
killed that haiku
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