Back to school! It's been an interesting week as we both have started our last semesters. It was so nice sitting there and thinking "This is the last time I'm going to have to go through a syllabus." I only have two classes, so I went in thinking that it would be easy. And it will be easier then last semester... but after going into my second class I realized that it won't be as much as I expected. You know back in third or fifth grade when you had the mean teacher, and you were terrified of her? Yeah. That's how I feel. Imagine the lady from The Incredibles, Edna, that designs the costumes, only a lot meaner telling you that you should not expect to get an A in her class. I had spent the morning at work, and there was some drama (well, a lot of it) with some of the middle schoolers so I left a couple of minutes late for class. Usually, you walk in to class, the professor just keeps talking but hands you a syllabus and you sit down. No biggie. Well, not Edna. I opened the door maybe 5 minutes late to make sure it was the right classroom, and she stopped what she was saying to give me the harshest crusty I've ever received. She just stood there waiting for me to walk in. Her name was on the board so unfortunately I knew it was the right place and couldn't just walk out. She had been speaking in Spanish when I walked in, so when she "who are you???" in a not-very-nice-or-patient voice, I said "Leah Yo...uh... Tyler," almost forgetting that at the U I haven't changed my name, which just made things worse as she gave an even worse look that said "Pathetic. You don't even know your own name." Maybe that's not what she said, but that's what it looked like. So I sat down, luckily spotting a few friends, and continued to listen to her tell us that we are expected to attend all classes, and that things like work, appointments of any kind, and weddings are not acceptable excuses. And as she talked about the tardiness policy in her class, her eyes kept coming back to mine, as if she was trying to burn it into my head that I had made a big mistake. If you leave early then it counts as an absence. I'm sorry Edna, but life happens. Unfortunately she controls the grades. I was told that as long as you get on her good side it's not so bad. I'm off to a bad start.

Anyways, sorry to rant and rave about my class, but it was traumatizing. My other class seems great though. Spanish Civilizations. It kind of feels like... a high school geography class, only in Spanish. I'm excited for it. And even though my first day of my other class wasn't so great, I can't (shouldn't?) complain. It's only one semester, and it doesn't even compare to Danny's class load. I'll just have to find out how to get back onto Edna's good side.