One Down, One to Go

Finally, this semester is almost done. Finished one final, almost had another today, and one more on Tuesday. I'm hoping for another stellar performance in college. Last time around I had a 4.0, not too hard considering the classes I took-American History Before 1877, Human Sexuality, and yes, Weightlifing. This time around the classes were a bit harder (not by too much). I only took a measly 9 hours-American History after 1877, Intro to Psychology, and Freshamn English. The thing that pisses me off about the Intro to Psych class is that the professor said it's supposed to be the hardest class you take in college. WTF is that all about? For chrissakes, it's an intro class. It's not like it's an advance course in M-Theory Physics, or a graduate course in Fracticals, it's a fucking freshman class.

I think the big problem with the instructor is that she hasn't been laid since she was a student. Funny thing is that most of the class think that she loves me because I know most of the answers. Hell, I know the answers to things she should know. I almost got into it with her about how River Phoenix died. She said it was just from cocaine use. If she were a little more informed she would have known it was from multiple drugs in his system. He died from a cardiac arrest caused by the following drugs--Valium, Marijuana, Methamphetamines, Heroin, and yes, even cocaine. All of these drugs were found in his system at lethal levels. What the hell is a lethal level for marijuana? Is that where you are so baked that you eat yourself to death? You are so paraniod that you are going to get caught that you freak-out to death? I think that there is no such thing as a lethal dose of marijuana. There how ever can be a lethal dose of Twinkies or Pop-Tarts (most of my pot-headed friends can attest to those being their favorite munchie when baked).