Shepards Prayer...

I knows it.* I said it over and over again today as I faced down my first major test of the semester. And for the life of me, I couldn't remember where the hell the access time is printed on RAM chips! Other than that, I think it went well.

*Shepards Prayer (NASA version): Please God, don't let me fuck this up.
Shepards Prayer (SGA version): Please God, let Rodney notice me!

A few gunmen short of a grassy knoll

I got the rare privilege of listening to one of my teachers blather on for twenty cocking minutes about how Microsoft is trying to take over the communications world with their .NET platform and some company whose name starts with 'tele.' My eyes had glazed over at this point. WTF?!? If this continues, I'm going to his Department head, because the State of Michigan isn't paying good money for me to have to listen to some Novell demagouge ranting about conspiracy theories.

School. Blech.

I now know that I don't want to work in the IT field. I'm the only woman in my networking class, and my PC maintenance teacher seems to think that 'ignore the ones with boobs' is an effective teaching strategy. What the fuck was I thinking?!?!

Dammit!

I missed being able to skip my typing class altogether by TWO ERRORS! Bah!

I'm too bloody old for school!

I've gone from 'w00t! Classes are starting soon!' to 'ZOMFG, I've got 17 hours worth of classes starting NEXT WEEK!!!1!' And I need to write a nice thank-you note to Gov. Grnaholm for No Worker Left Behind, because my books cost over $800!