I should be sleepingThe first day of classes was... normal. It was nice to see everyone again. It's weird how close you get with classmates, then during the summer you don't even speak.
Or that's how it is with me. I realize I'm 'special' when it comes to relationships.
I have a class at 8am tomorrow. I have to be up at 6:30am. I'm scared.
I hate early mornings.
It doesn't help that I've heard nothing but horrible things about the professor and it's a really hard course.
Oh, and he's a grad student, so he's not even a 'real' professor. They always think they have something to prove. GAH.