So college is easy.

I'll probably regret saying that, as universe has a big jinx-you-owe-me-a-coke sort of mentality. And yet, I cannot tell a lie: this shit is coming out too easy. English is especially galling. We spent, like, a month on the research paper. I can understand spending a couple classes to sort out MLA bullshit format (seriously, dumbest format evar), and maybe even spending a while on how to properly research and what have you. But you know what? I don't need you taking up my class research time with classes on style guides and peer editing. It only took me a total of maybe a week and a half to write my paper, research and painstaking wordcrafting included. We're in college, so why are you holdin' my hand, teach?

The most annoying part is really just that she assigned a persuasive essay with a final draft due on Friday. Not bad, except that the rough draft is due on Wednesday. What use is turning in a rough draft if you're not going to be able to hand it back to us with notes on what to fix? That may as well be the final draft. Whatever.

My History class makes me feel smart. This is through no fault of the teacher, who is awesome (he's got a perfect voice for narration, as I may have previously stated). I got a 96 on the first test, which was made up of an essay and several short answer questions (short answer being about a paragraph). That's great considering it's just reciting facts. That's made even easier by enjoyment of both the subject and its delivery.

Japanese is my hard class. I mean, it's a whole new language. I'm getting the hang of it, but usually only after I've failed a quiz or done not as well as I would hope on a test (77 is not good enough for me) and promptly shamed myself into remembering the hiragana for "hi" (this may or may not be a specific example). But it's a fun class and I enjoy talking to just about everyone in it.

And then you've got speech, my blow off class. I like my professor, for she is adorable. And it's nice to have a class that I can half-ass it in without worrying that I might be failing. Though I probably should worry. I mean, I shouldn't, I've only missed one assignment, but you know. Whatever.

So yeah. If I'd been put in any of these classes a couple years ago, I would've floundered. I would've just seized up. Funny how after spending four years thinking "I can't do any of this," I think everything I do is easy. But I guess that's life.

In other news about things I didn't think I could do, I have a job interview at Blockbuster on Thursday. I expect that because I'm awesome and the manager already knew that my name means princess, I will be hired. Assuming I don't go for a job at GameStop instead (again, assuming I find time to call them).

TMBG tomorrow! Woo.

(You may have noticed an overflow of good in this entry. Expect more?)