Okay.
Remember all that stuff yesterday about my life not being so bad? I think school wants me to hate it. HATE IT!!!
Allow me to tell you why.

So I've rediscovered my love for books. That's all well and good. I am actually enjoying four of the five classes I am taking, and I really only dislike the instructor, textbook writer, and most of my classmates in the fifth. This, too, is all well and good. Then I try registering for fall classes.
Question: WILL SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME KNOW THE SENSE IN HAVING CERTAIN CLASSES OFFERED ONLY EVERY OTHER YEAR?
Seriously, folks, if demand isn't high enough, it's probably because weirdos like me who didn't plan out their entire college careers the first day of freshman year don't know the course they need is being offered because it's only offered every other year! And, oh, AND, if there aren't enough teachers to teach the subjects that need to be offered, HIRE MORE!!!
Okay. Now that I'm done yelling, I will use my inside voice.

You know? Now that I think about it, I don't need the courses I am complaining about, anyhow. I won't be a senior in the fall, getting married in December, graduating next May, and moving away from Texas forever.....

Oh, wait...

I WILL

One more thing: grrrrr.