Kombat with a C

When you figure out the answers, be prepared to have the questions shift. Today was what you'd call an interesting series of events. A professor described my writing today as a "hand cannon", which I took well, then modified that thought with "being aimed at the side of a barn". I think he's suggesting a great deal of power without any purpose, or maybe he thinks shooting up barns is the bees knees. I can't tell. Lot of anti-Amish sentiments floating around here lately. Maybe he thinks I should champion their voice. What better place then on the internet, because how the hell will the Amish ever find out?

I've started on my degree audit and may have found out that I declared my English major along with the new program in the English department for incoming freshman. Their motto: "More Credits, More Freedom". The subheading? "Guess who's screwed the pooch because we didn't tell upper classman?" So I might be F'd for one class in the spring. How ungodly bad would that be? I want out of here! I'm sick of college. Not the people, not the other things. I've come to terms how bad Greek life is ruining a crop of good people. I've come to terms with pop collars. They suck, but daddy's made his peace. These are not the things I want to rid myself.

I just want to be worthless and work a job and not have to worry about readings or things like conjugations. I am too old to still be here. I'm 22. 22! I do know people who just graduated as Seniors and they're a year above me. So, is that an excuse? Yes. At this point, I'll take whatever I can get. Being a super senior is embarrassing enough, having to stick around past when my other friends graduate would be deathly. The cure sould be more alcohol, but that was the cure to being a super senior. I'd like to start a dependency problem, since most good writers have one, but I don't think I have the stomach to be unintentionally mean. Maybe I'll just take up dating (because there's an open sea of discovery) and hope for something better. I could always fill out a J-Date.com slip.

Reminders for the Class: Send in your best super hero power that would be assigned to someone totally lazy. Iceman to chill his beer, maybe controlling the weather to get out of school. I need sloth people!