Not Part Of The Plan

I spent the weekend studying. Thank goodness Thomas is my study partner and lets me know--in subtle ways-- when I need a break.

Environmental Science will fulfill my degree requirements and as luck would have it, Dr. Biology is once again my instructor. I know what you're thinking, and I originally thought the very same thing. But I figure I am already aware of his teaching style--plus, there's no textbook required. That's a massive savings!


But I checked the school catalog anyway for the last day to drop with a full refund. I have a technology class with a lab the same day as my Enviro Lab, so they're back to back. All my other classes are technology oriented, so the Enviro class really requires me to change gears. This semester would be so much easier without the environmental science class.

I was prepared to drop and went to class Friday with the satisfaction knowing it would be my last. Then I listened as Dr. Biology spoke about the rain forests and the euphotic zones in water.

He finished up his lecture with an explanation of the pH, complete with an in-depth formula.

One chickie (with hot pink streaks in her hair) asked if we would have to know that particular formula. He stopped, looked back at her, stuttered as if trying to find the proper words, adjusted his glasses and then blurted, "Stop your whining!"

Needless to say, I didn't drop.