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08/01/2005: "Three day weekends again!"
Song of the Day: Rockell - What U Did 2 Me
I woke up this morning and almost had a heart attack - I received an email saying that my Legal Writing 3 class had changed; the Friday class meeting had moved to Thursday.
A few people might remember just how difficult of a time I'd had originally trying to put together my fall semester schedule, and the fact that I'd originally had three-day weekends, but had to change to this Legal Writing class, which screwed up that happy fact.
After a few heart stopping moments when I thought it wasn't going to work, I realized that the new Thursday class time fits nicely right in between the two other Thursday morning classes I have. After moaning about how long Thursdays are going to be, I realized two things:
1. Assigning a professor to the class and moving its meeting time probably means they're not cancelling it (at the time I signed up for it, there were only three other people in it, and I thought for sure they were going to screw me over by cancelling it).
2. Three-day weekends, baby!!
I wish all seemingly-bad news was, in reality, this good.