touch not the cat bout the glove.

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1 october 1996 10:14 p.m.

I've barely had time to breathe this week. Two midterms, one of which I'm sure I failed today, and one tomorrow. I've been thinking, actually, about withdrawing from one of my classes -- not coincidentally the one with the looming exam. It seems like half the class already got the same idea, probably out of frustration because the instructor seems to have practically no grasp of the English language. The other thing is, we're five weeks into the semester and I've overslept through the class about as many times as I've made it. And when I do attend, absolutely nothing sticks. Now I have no idea what a "W" does to your college transcript, but one thing's for damn sure -- it's better than an "F." Academically, it's no big deal. Especially considering that a few months ago I was thinking of taking a year off and just working full time. The problem is, dropping a class would make me a 10-credit part-time student. I don't know what things the change would affect, but I do recall more than a few forms I've signed making a point of mentioning it. I imagine eligibility for all sorts of things would become an issue. I never apply for scholarships, of course, but what about my health plan? Insurance? Come to think of it, I don't even know what the status of either is. I haven't seen a bill for a while. Oh, and I'd also have to inform the child support people, in case my dad tries to pay his half of my tuition, books and other education-related costs. Ha ha! I kill myself sometimes. I've picked up the phone and dialed the school's neato automated registration system twice so far, but can't bring myself to hit that "1" and quit that class once and for all. Maybe I should at least take a whack at the midterm. Or maybe I'll pin it on whether or not I get up in time. I'll sleep on it. Yes, I'd really like sleep now.