Today was the first day of the semester and I decided to hit the ground running by dropping a class before I ever walked through the door. In the past I've noticed that there comes a point in each semester when my academic give-a-crapper breaks and I decide that the classes and the books aren't nearly as important to me as having coffee with friends or getting caught up in the dramatic competition of Iron Chef America. However, this is the first time my give-a-crapper has ever broken on the first day of the semester. Now, I could brood about this new development and the prospects that it might hold for the remainder of my semester, but instead I've decided to embrace this proactive turn of events and see where it leads me. That's right - this is a good thing! That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Besides, it will come as very welcome news to my mom who has told me many, many times during the past several days that I'm taking entirely too many hours. Happy birthday, mom.
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