Screwy Smoke Detector and Just Plain Screwed

Screwy Smoke Detector and Just Plain Screwed

For some reason yoga was canceled this morning. I haven't been in a few weeks so it could be that the class is canceled for forever. I saw the leader running around at the gym, but none of my fellow classmates. I think I'll call next week before I go. I hope it isn't gone for good; I was starting to like yoga. Since I can't find peace and serenity in yoga this morning, I'll write instead.

I think I've come to the decision that I am not going to do so well in my classes this semester and that I'm going to have to be ok with that. The only grades taken in each of the classes are the tests. That's normally great, because I hate busy work anyway, but all the tests are scheduled on the same week on back to back days EVERY time a test rolls around this semester. That would be fine, even desirable too, except that all of the tests require several days in advance, intense studying. I can only do that for the first test in the group, the rest I have one day to study for. *sigh* This semester is going to kick me out of graduating Magna, I bet. Oh well. It is the bitter end, and I find I just don't care anymore. Especially since I'm already accepted into the PT school of my choice and the school told me all I had to do was get a B in all the pre-req classes and a C in all other classes to stay accepted.

On a lighter note, my smoke detector can't tell the difference between smoke and yummie cooking smells. If we burn something, it goes off, which is good. If we bake something aromatic like bread or cookies, it goes off. Especially if we fry something in the skillet in lots of sauces or spices it will go off. I'm beginning to wonder if someone let a massive amount of gas it might go off. Sounds like an experiment to me! Will probably have to enlist the help of one or several of we girls' nasty boys.