At this point and time in my life, I feel it best to just “wing it.”
Because the community college brochures are redundant, the steps have no relevance to one another and follow in such a ridiculous fashion, and I am turning into Godzilla (I’m beginning to think that rather than being a people hater he was dealing with anxiety…or his period). The placement tests are bothering me too since it seems that even the 100 levels need prerequisites of other low level classes which means it’ll take me atleast a semester or two until I actually get credit for my work. I don’t understand it, and I demand a retake but will have to wait ‘till damned December to roll around for me to do so. Also, everyone thinks I’m a foreigner when I’ve been born and raised in Hawaii for the last twenty years of my life. I’m beginning to think it’s because I haven’t had a tan since middle school. Number one on list of things to do before college begins besides bothering the public library workers this summer: tan. Well, burn, then tan, since I’m beginning to look a bit albino and I can never just ‘tan.’
