And Everything Was Going So Well Too

Yesterday, the only thing I had to eat were four tuna fish patties. I have gone shopping today.

So I've been pretty damn excited for college this time around. I've started getting up at seven, instead of sleeping in till the last possible moment and being late for class because I insist on flossing and brushing and eating breakfast anyway. Furthermore, I'm trying to start drawing something every day as part of a sort of challenge between me and Arras. So far I'm not doing too well. I wanted to start up a biographical comic, but apparently my inability to quickly spit out a basic comic outline (i.e. what happens in what panel) has made me unable to draw comics in the time I'd like to. I am, however, drawing every day, and that makes me happy. Furthermore, I'm drawing in that little book Mum got me for Christmas, which also makes me happy.

It was, in fact, WHILE I was drawing in that little book, during one of the lulls in my calc 3 class, that I heard the instructor talking about a list of students that, for whatever reason, were deemed unsatisfactory for the pre-requirements for the course. I'm used to this, it happens at the beginning of almost every important class, and I was about to ignore it too, when I happened to look up and see my name sitting at the bottom of this very short list.

Like a jerk.

So apparently I don't satisfy the requirements for the course, which I suspect is due to my VERY low (BUT PASSING) grade for calc 2, last semester. Thing is, I know the material, I was just fantastically stupid last semester and got bad grades, but the confusing thing is that I thought I PASSED that class... So I've shot an e-mail off to the person you're supposed to shoot with e-mails, and I'm hoping she (he? they?) respond soon because I've got till the 14th before I get dropped from the class like a chip you pulled from the bag without looking only to find that it's covered in ants.

Also my tuition is late.

Also I still need to buy books.