Man, I'm so glad the semester is almost over. It started out so well, but lately, I just haven't been feeling my classes. My Freelance Writing class is pretty much over. The teacher offered us a chance to get published and score a free ride the rest of the way. I did that, and now I'm just playing out the string. My second class, Non Fiction, which has been my favorite class, has been irritating me lately.
It's not the work, or the professor, or the grades. It's my classmates. A few in particular. Much to my chagrin, my class is full of right-wingers and one student in particular who thinks he knows everything. In the beginning, I chalked it up to his age and lack of perspective. But, now, he's really just rubbing me the wrong way. I just want to turn in my portfolio, get my grade, and move on. I foolishly thought that a college campus might spark some intelligent discourse, but it has yet to come.
Other than that, I'm waiting and waiting for responses to my submissions. Keeping my fingers crossed for some good news. I can't wait for the weekend. I'm in need of some relaxation and some nice weather.