This semester is probably the most busy of my life. I am taking 12 classes... not 12 credits. 12 classes. It is nuts!! In this picture I am carrying about 30 lbs of books, a viola, and a trombone (12 classes means you have to carry a minimum of 100 lbs to school everyday). Notice the clock in the background says 9:00. It's actually 8:00 (12 classes means you can't keep up with daylight savings time or whatever the other time is) and I am supposed to be at work at 8:00 (12 classes means you are late to everything). When I went to the school office to add my final class the class-adding lady said
"whoa, you have a lot of classes!"
"Yeah" I said.
"How do you do that?" She asked.
"Uh... I guess I just have to... so... I just... yeah, I don't know." (12 classes means you can't be witty without notice. Too much homework to worry about). 12 classes also means you think there is more time in the day than is actually there, which is why I am blogging instead of getting changed for work, going to class, printing my homework, thawing chicken for dinner, memorizing music, and filling my car with gas.