What You Own

This studying thing really isn't all it's cracked up to be. Part of me feels like the old me, that I don't have to study and I'll do well.

...the new me has seen the test scores.

I've been in the library since Tuesday night, every day, for at least two hours.

Do I get a lot done? No.

But I do enough.

There's a study session this afternoon...and there's this guy, who's in my class, and I rather well like him. Please, oh please, I think he may like me too.

Or maybe he just needs to get laid. That's what I hear...

But he acts like he's at least a little interested. Oh well, we'll have fun. Or I'll have fun and forget all about him. That works for me too....

...maybe.