I hate math. I really always have, so don't ask me why I ever was interested in a subject that required heavy amounts of advanced calculus! The other day I was doing some seminary related math- that's the kind of math you do to figure out how the **** you are going to graduate. I do that kind of math on a regular basis- have been since my first week at Furman. Well, I apparently messed up my math somewhere, because I now realize that I have to take 10 classes this year and they only allow you to take 9. Well, let me rephrase that. They'll allow you to take 5 in a semester, if and only if (another math reference) you have a 3.3 GPA (or it might be a 3.5- she couldn't find the right information). Well, I currently have a 2.99 (I remember being in this sort of situation before). It would be better and I wouldn't be in this dilema if satan wasn't working amongst the faculty here. That's all I have to say about that.
Still trying to get a job. I am now down to a few hundered dollars in my savings account, which won't cover all the bills in August, so if you have any suggestions, let me know! I have tried, I really have, to get a job since I got home, but it's just not going my way. I'm sure that's God's way of directing me towards the right path, but as I told Richard- I'd really appreciate a neon sign telling me where to go. No more of this hunting in the dark crap. And whatever job I get, it needs to be something I can do during school.
Well, it's about time for chapel, so I am going to sign off and join the mass enjoying "mass." Hope all is well with you out in the "real world."