My Friday was subtle. ENGL was more boring than ever. The group I usually get together with had to come up with final exam questions. Apparently, the final exam for ENGL will be very individualized. We'll be able to choose two essay questions provided to us (created by us) and write an essay on each. We have to connect two or more stories to both questions... Great.
The worst part in ENGL class was smelling the most foul stench any human feet can produce... The kind of feet that are stuck in UGG boots without any socks. I guess the girl sitting next to me scratched her foot by sticking a hand in her boot, and the hot, rancid smell of stinky feet punched my face in the dick! It was SO horrible, I had to turn my head away from her to try and gasp in fresh air! I thought I was about to throw-up! After a solid minute, I could finally turn my head back around and face my group again. I will never... EVER... wear UGG slippers, boots - whatever - without having socks on... EVER.
SOC was pretty fun. We didn't do anything. The teams huddled up and discussed about the PowerPoint presentations. One group member in our group couldn't make it. Yet the important person, Garrett, did show. He's the guy building the PowerPoint. I gave him ideas on how to organize the PowerPoint slides and what to include, etc. We spent thirty minutes on talking before leaving. The teacher didn't even mind. It was sweet!
So, in my spare time, I sunbathed. And let me tell you... it was nice.I ALMOST fell asleep. But I'm glad I didn't. I would have had drastic burns on my face and arms and possibly a heat stroke. No me gusta.
NUTR was another individualistic class. For thirty minutes, we went over notes. For the rest of the class, our teacher had us schedule a fitness plan for someone who worked six hours per day. My friend Gretchen and I busted out the assignment and left in a hurry.
FRIDAY! YOU ARE HERE! LET THE WEEKEND BEGIN!
... As well as the homework...
Also, I want to shout out to my cousin Willow who I sadly didn't get to see graduate today. WE'RE VERY PROUD OF YOU, WILLOW! How time flies.
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