As you can probably tell, this week has been a Charlie Foxtrot for me. I finished Summer A term classes last Thursday and I started the next Summer term last night. I now have class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings... 3.5 hours each night. Nothin' but pure Shakespeare. Dr. S (professor) is calling our class "Shakespeare Summer Camp." Love. It.
Somehow I got the class days mixed up and thought I only had class Monday nights. Psssshhh... I drove allllll the way downtown for class Monday evening just to find that I read the syllabus wrong. I'm a Lit major! I know how to read, very well. Words, I can read words. Not numbers. So reading time on paper is a no-go. Haha
Wanna see how giant my text is for this class? It's not the biggest book I've ever used for a class either (anatomy and physiology).