School has begun, much to my delight. No, really, I love walking up the Education hill every day. Ha!
I only have three classes this semester, but they are super condensed into six weeks. Which means that assignments start as of next week. I just love how the summer has just begun now, the first week back to school. Anyways, I've already had two out of the three professors and am not worried. What annoys me is the cost of one of the textbooks (107$, come on!), the ridiculous amount of group work that we will be forced into without being able to choose who we're with, and the fact that I have to hand in a 10-page paper and write an exam in December after I've been away on stage for seven weeks. Boo! They keep telling us that "this is the toughest semester" yada-yada-yada. What a great way to encourage us right from the get-go. I'm not worried about the marks since I always end up doing well, top of the class. It's just the "getting there" part that stresses me out, as always. But one day at a time, and I'll get there.
And who can complain when they will be seeing their Liam and co' tomorrow night live at the Bell Center? Let there be love... a dreamer dreams, she never dies... slide in baby, together we'll fly... sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun...
I could go on writing fragments of lyrics the whole night, but alas, the scrap-booking pile is calling me. Maybe I'll actually manage a layout.