Take no paper hearts

Second first day of class down.

I may or may not have gotten into a slight verbal altercation in class today. Hint: I definitely did. But in my defense, this kid was a complete and total jack ass, and while I didn't lay into him full force, he definitely got what he deserved. In summation, he was combative and ridiculous and just aching to have someone say anything against what he was mouthing off with.

I don't mind being that someone, ESPECIALLY in situations like this where the mouthy jerk is just being rude and insufferable.

I did apologize to my teacher after class, and I told her that every once and awhile, my mouth gets the better of me, and if I was overly combative or rude, that I was sorry. She said that I was absolutely fine, I wasn't derogatory or nasty, and that she herself had to bite her tongue several times, so she was glad someone said something. I felt fairly pleased.

She started class off with this video:

Which I had never heard before, so I obviously haven't seen the video. Anyway, I actually really like the song (seriously, feels. Remember yourselves), and I liked the video, too. I mean, the ACTUAL video. There's like, four minutes of Justin Timberlake just prancing about in front of mirrors, because being literal is apparently a thing in music videos, and also, he's Justin Timberlake, and why the fuck not. I guess.

She asked us what the video meant, and a few people gave their answers, and they were all wrong, so I spoke up with mine. I was the closest to being right. She asked me why I thought it meant what it did (I said it touched on death and memories), and I told her that I was watching the elderly couple in the video, and while the older man was always present in the room, he wasn't present in the mirrors. Since it kept flashing back and forth and showcasing the young kids as their older selves in various ways, someone being dead made perfect sense to me. She said I was VERY close; it was actually Alzheimer's, not death. I listened to the song on my way home from school. It made me sad.

I'm finally eating something, and it's 10:30. I didn't eat this morning because instead of studying, I slept. UNTIL 1:00. Which felt fucking amazing. It was a thick, dreamless sleep. And I needed it. The good news is, now I'm wide awake, so I can study. I have a speech due in two weeks, and two chapters to read. I have my business quiz due on Wednesday, but that won't be very difficult at all. And then I have about 50 questions of math homework due on Thursday. This makes me the least happy. I'm kind of struggling with it already. In a weird way. I get the concepts being presented to me...I can tell you what they are, what they mean, and their basic functions. But I am having so much trouble putting them into practice. It shouldn't be that way. My nephew is going to study with me on Saturday, though. So if I can just slowly plug away at my homework until then (I've done thirteen problems out of fifty-two. I've gotten two wrong so far. Oops. :/ ), Saturday should help. He really gets math, just like I get English.

I've finished eating my bowl of quinoa and my three pieces of chicken. I didn't run today (due to class and sleep), and I also felt the need for a fountain Sprite. I drank a 32 ounce Sprite today. Jesus, I feel so awful for that. But I have a day like this where I just NEED that kind of soda maybe twice a year, so I don't feel THAT bad. Anyway, I should probably stop writing and go study now. I have three classes tomorrow, which should be my easiest classes (out of an entire 20 credit courseload of relatively easy classes, to be fair. The hardest of which is algebra, by a long shot). They're just going o be long. I'll be leaving the house at 9:00 am and not returning until about the same time in the evening.

I love it, though.