We Meet Again

School is back in session and instead of wanting to crawl back under the covers, I'm actually excited to get to class. I might have upended my life, but doesn't struggle build character, or is that something they say to the malcontent? Whatever the case may be, I started this semester as an English major when just last semester I was a Biology major. I know, I know, slightly cliché, but I'm happy. My mother she worries with the job market being a dud and all. What am I going to do? Marry rich (I hope I'm joking). I will have to live in a box during grad school, the money for which I am not sure how I'll procure. I don't think I'll be striking literary gold anytime soon, but I'm not going to think of the future too much just yet. So maybe I'll amass thousands of dollars in debt, maybe I'll have to sell a kidney, but at least I could write a novel about it. 

I lost my jacket today and it's been very cold. It gives me an excuse to shop, but I do have books to buy. I did find ten dollars in my desk today; things are looking up. I should probably put that in my grad school fund, but my shoe fund looks mighty sad....

Stay Classy,
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