Drop Numero Dos

So I dropped my second class today, and no, it wasn't Hebrew (nuts on it all anyway). I dropped another elective. The thing is, I always register for way too many electives and then end up having to drop some of them after the syllabus hits my hand and the reality of expectation sets in, but I just can't help myself. Each semester, when the new schedule of classes comes off the printer, I'm like a kid in a candy store! All of those shiny new classes are just calling my name! And if I take the classes, I get to buy more BOOKS to add to the bookshelf! And what could be better than that?? New books with pretty pages and interesting thoughts just waiting to be thunk! The theology of St. Augustine? Sign me up! Models of prayer in the ancient church? Schwell! Who could possibly resist??

Now don't y'all start e-mailing me to tell me how pathetic I am. I already KNOW how pathetic I am! I'm a HUGE FREAKING NERD!! I'm a HUGE FREAKING NON-HEBREW SPEAKING NERD! I like to think that it's part of my charm, but mostly I think it's just a sad, sad cry for help and I'm actually in dire need of a twelve-step program.

And the worst part is that since I have now dropped two classes but still have more than enough hours to qualify as a full-time student, I have to tell mom that she was right and I was wrong - I was taking way too many hours. So happy birthday again, mom.