Puddle of Drool.

Oh.....MY....GOD.....

So today was the first day of the semester. I'm not feeling as anxiety ridden as last semester. No mental or emotional breakdowns are in the near future. Regardless of my optimistic view on the new semester, and perhaps more self confident that I'm going to be okay...i was hella nervous when my alarm clock woke me up this morning.

They day started out a little rough when i decided to watch 5 more minutes of Today, because i was sure i knew where Biology class was.

Of course when i get there, even though i know the building like the back of my hand, i couldn't find the stupid room. I ran up and down the halls, down and up the stairs, passing every room except the one i needed.

I soon realized i couldn't find the room because i was in the wrong building. On our schedule my school abbreviates all the buildings(because they have ridiculously long names), and i got CLS and CSSC mixed up when i briefly looked at it last night.

So with what seemed like 5 minutes(really 10) i ran to the library to look up where the building was only to realize that I had been to that building about a million times.

My biology class is of course HUGE. The teacher seems nice though, i feel kind of confident that i can do well in this class, because really the only part of Biology i like is the cell part, which is what the whole class is about.

I had to take a seat in the front row though, and i ended up sitting next to a kid who made the weirdest noises throughout the lecture. I didn't know if he had some kind of medical conditions or if he was just fidgety. Whatever the case I'm hoping we part ways next lecture.

Then i had Ochem. I really don't want to talk about Ochem. Everyone says the class is horrible, the teacher is horrible, and at this point i tend to agree. He seems nice, but i think he slipped some alcohol into his coffee cup. Slurred speech, laughing at stupid things, forgetting basic chemistry. Hey...I'd rather deal with a happy drunk professor than a angry one.

And then...after a short poster sale, nap, and lunch...I had English. Recently i have decided to change my major...AGAIN. But this one will stick. I can't stand psychology, i can't risk doing just average in Biology, so my best bet really is just to major in English. The only class i really get respect in is from my English teachers, who comment on my writing. So I'm taking a chance with this.

I had heard that the professor for this class was really hot. The class is some kind of theory class, which is bound to be hard because we aren't really going to be reading any novels. But i didn't want to take a psychology class, and his class was the only one open. PLUS...hotness factor.

Now last semester i planned on taking a philosophy class based on reviews of the teachers hotness. But a last minute decision to take English diverted me from seeing his hotness. Mike took the class though, and apparently whoever thought this teacher was hot was "blind"(his words not mine). The teacher ended up being a dud and a jerk.

So i was a little hesitant to listen to another "hot" remark. Of course even though i was skeptical, i was patiently awaiting his arrival, along with a bunch of other girls in that class.
Every potential hot face that entered into the room, i thought was our teacher.

At exactly two o'clock, a figure strutted into the room. You could hear a pin drop. It was like slow motion all of a sudden, i suddenly heard the Missy Elliot song "Hot Boyz" flood the room, as we all scanned him from toe to head.

Leather shoes, expensive dirty jeans, a leather bond shoulder book bag,a checkered shirt which was unbuttoned right at the part where it would have been R-rated if another buttoned would have come undone(no undershirt underneath).

But the face...OH...the face. If Brad Pitt had a half brother, it would be this guy. He's really macho, and looks almost rugged looking. His face had that "i haven't shaved in a couple of days" thing going on and he was tanned(natural i believe), he had on the cutest glasses ever, and he smiled as if he just did something deliciously bad.

I think i may have heard some one's uterus drop on the floor.

After the initial shock of professor John(who doesn't want to be called Mr._______ because it sound like a dad), he began the lecture. He curses, slams the universities English program as being too Conservative, and talks about The Clash as if they are God...I think i may be in love with my professor.

Okay I'm not in love, but jeez he was the hottest thing i have ever seen.

After getting over his hotness, wiping up the drool that had landed on my desk, and watching the girl pick up her uterus, i became painfully aware of the course load i have this year.

He says the class will make us learn how to think and that it won't be easy. By the end of the semester we will probably hate him(not that face though), but he expects us to try our hardest to open our minds to theory.

That's pretty much what all my professors said today. The workload, the workload, and more of the workload. I'm concerned, excited, and already exhausted...i will have to push myself more than ever.

I'll have to cut back on playing the Sims, and watching endless hours of TV, and i may even have to read the chapters before and after i go to class.

But i think i can do it. Well...i hope so.

Time to study or something. Tomorrow i look forward to Math and another English class, therapy, and my first day back to work since break.

It appears i may need another vacation, i'm still trying to convince my mom against Vegas. A vacation to Philadelphia would be nice.