Here is a truth that has been bothering me recently. College tests outside of your major really take a toil on your ability to care about them. I am being taught by a teacher who knows what he talks about, but like to over-emphasize everything in a guttural over-exagerated German accent that sends spit flying well into the 3rd row of class. That's right I actually sit in the front so I can attempt to gain something from his class. So far I've only learned to say things in German, and bad German at that.
I'm not saying he is a bad guy though. I immensly enjoy his poorly colored hair that hangs in front of his eyes funny, and is constantly being tossed aside with little point. Did I mention his sweaters? Wow. Carnies at carnivals are envious.
Anyway I am attempting to cram 3 weeks of questionable information into a night and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it has been turned off until further notice. Maybe I should climb a stalagmite and hope for a flood. Again I place my hope in the snow that continues to fall. Maybe the snow will give me a chance to study over the weekend.

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