My classes start tomorrow. All my books are packed, my binder is full of paper, I have notebooks, pencils. The only thing left to pack is a book to read. It stinks because I have no idea which book to bring.
This semester, I'm taking English Composition II, World Civilizations II, Intro to Sociology, and General Biology Lecture/Lab. Like Algebra, I'm not so sure about Biology, but I'm still excited. Plus, I won't be going to Biology tomorrow. It's a Monday class and tomorrow's Friday.
I feel like such a dork. Since when do I get excited about starting classes?