one down.

Well, I did it. I finished my first college course.

It was a million times easier than I thought it would be, but it was an English class and I do speak English. Nevertheless, it's a milestone.

I got a perfect score on all 5 essays, so I got at least a C as a total grade.

I definitely missed a few on the final exam, but I don't know how many yet.

I can proof and punctuate sentences 'til the cows come home, but memorizing grammar rules is the challenge.

And it always seems like what I study the most is the smallest portion of the test.

I really hate that.

There is something about my reasoning process that is slightly screwed up.

I'm too indecisive and it gets my head all cloudy.

Anyway, I might get an A.

I'm going to be sad if I get a B.

I still have a month of the night class that reminds me of traffic school.

It's a class where we discuss things like studying instead of partying and other forms of effective decision making.

please y'all, I'm 36.

There are some pretty colorful characters in there.

I hate it pretty bad.

A pack of skittles from the vending machine is the only thing that keeps me from jumping out the window!

j/k, that's hyperbole, the fancy word for exaggerating, and not among the forms of effective communication. chapter 7; page 136.