Well, actually, before I went to bed I ate food at the union and changed my schedule. Luckily someone was kind enough to warn me that my Bible professor is a tartar, and help me change it. Luckily the change fit into my schedule. Unluckily, I still haven't been able to talk to the professor of the lifeguarding class to try and get in. Just the words "course registration" reduce me to a stressed-out, weeping wreck.
Then, after totally stressing and wasting my friends' valuable homework time, I went back to my room and slept, thinking nothing more of the mouse.
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tartar?
Yeah, y'know. A terror. Scary as crap. "Get out while you still can!" kind of thing.
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