First night of class

Class is back in session.

Yay.

This teacher is exactly as I remember her- convincing you that this class will be a cake-walk, no pressure, you'll love it, etc, but it's all a rouse to disarm you. The first test is like crossing the street- you'll expect to dodge cars, probably a quick motorcycle here and there, but when you step up to the light, *BAM*. Nothing but semi's. Pulling boats. Being driven by drunk 4 year olds. ("Since when do we need to know derivatives to balance equations?!")

This is the first night class I've taken where the class has a pretty high ratio of youngin's to the gomers. And of course it wouldn't be complete without the incompetent douchebag know-it-all ("Uh, the third orbital shell does NOT have a 'd' orbital", sitting back, crossing his arms waiting for praise, and being surprised by the incredulous looks) and the starry-eyed pre-meds listening to the prom king about his med school application status.

Thankfully I've moved beyond that crap. (But if you're really interested, he's taking a quarter of easiness while waiting to be admitted. Slacker.)