Three of twenty-eight.

Writing was ... better today. I did work and I wasn't as snarky. But there's still that kissass and I don't want to be there and the professor's still a douche. He wouldn't let someone go to the bathroom today.

"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom."
"You can wait."
(in appropriate disbelief) "I can wait."
"Yeah. Sit down."

AND SHE DID. IDK, but if it were me -- true or not -- I'd've played the girly card. Male teachers can't say ANYTHING when you play the girly card. EVER. Eff this, I'm dropping it while I still can.

... Dropped. BUT WHY IS MY PHILOSOPHY COURSE GONE TOO. >:O AUGH, now I gotta play with shit tomorrow.... Well, not me, but you know. FML

Philosophy was all right. I didn't have anything to say today, but I did write and manage to explain my stance from Tuesday better, I thought.

Physics was okay, too. I fell asleep in lecture from the sheer length of the day -- I'd been up eleven hours, after half as much sleep, with NO CAFFEINE -- but the lab went well. I got an 88 on the last one, and I think they were really unfairly graded; we didn't know what the professor was looking for, but he took off points left and right. :/ Not cool.

I fell asleep in weeaboo club, too. XD I AM TIRED. But that was pretty much my day. BORING, LOL.