Worus

So, I went and defied my speech teacher. It was good. Lecture was fairly interesting as well, as I paid attention to prove my point anyway. She talked about the various goals of the class again. The more Dr. Slagell talks, the more at ease I feel about speaking to my speech class. I’m wondering if this will continue to be true or if when I do go to speak I will get extremely nervous?

Discrete math (computer science) was horrible today. I didn’t understand the first half of the class. I was sitting too far back and couldn’t hear him. No one has failed a test and dropped yet, so I didn’t have any other seating options after I found out he was going to talk that soft. Eventualyl I started understanding what he was saying. I think I need to do the homework for that class fairly soon just to get a good idea of what all is going on.

Dean and I didn’t do anything tonight. He seemed kind of quirky most of the night. It was kind of getting to me, but I think I’m usually about ten times worse, so whatever. He was just goofier than I was for a change.

At any rate, I have to work early in the morning. It’ll be the first time I’ve worked in two weeks, so I’m hoping that everything will be okay. Kim Mosby’s been there, though, and I trust her. Between the two of us, we’ve kind of run the department for the last two months.

The college adventure continues…

When I was napping last night, I had the most awful dream. I dreamed that Dean and I were sitting around doing our normal thing, and suddenly I said something that upset him (probably just one of my goofy antics). I tried to make things better, but everything I said made things worse.

Eventually he went into a closet and locked himself inside. I continued to try to explain myself, but a this point he wouldn’t even listen. I felt awful, and no matter how many times I tried to reason he wouldn’t let me talk. I felt trapped and frustrated. I think I was crying in my dream, but who knows? Thank God it wasn’t real.