Okay, he accepted it. But now I think I forgot to do an anthropology forum. What is my problem this semester? I am really a scatter brain. Thankfully my anthropology professor is a lot easier to deal with. I simply will talk to her today, play my dumb routine and we shall see what happens.
Other big to-dos. G. asked why C. and I weren’t going to the formal. We said because we could not find dates. He said he would go with us. He thought it would be a lot of fun if the three of us went. I thought it was a great idea. C. did not. Ultimately, she is not going and G. and I are. I even told her I would get set up which at first I was objected to.
October 17, 1989, was the big earthquake in San Francisco. It did not affect me but it sure freaked a lot of people at school!
The class is starting.
Well, I have really gone overboard this time. I probably have told you that I hate my art class so I don’t go much. Well, this is the good part! I ditched when a paper was due and of course he is the type of guy that won’t let a person have make-ups. So here I am, sitting in front of his door. I am going to talk to him.
I don’t really know what to say, but I figure the truth can’t hurt. I will probably fail the class. I am really scared. I’ve never done that before. I mean fail a class. All I can say to him is that I have been so worried about my other classes that I have put this one on the back burner, it is only my minor. So I will ask him if he will accept the damn thing and I will ask him what I should do. Man, my mother will be so upset. I’m upset. So why aren’t I feeling better? I made a plan and now I am following said plan. I should be feeling better. You know, lately, I have been having night and day dreams about home. Am I finally getting tired of school? I think I am, academically. I fell that after all the schooling I wont be a very good teacher. Than thinking about it more I realize I don’t do anything well. God, I think I am going to throw up.