"Whoo hoo!" she said. Off the deep end.

Sometimes school kicks my butt. This week: not so bad. Last week: wanted to scratch the eyes out of my math professors head and rip my five pound, 150 dollar math book to shreds. Worry not, the urge to gouge out my professor's eyes is no longer a burning desire. They shall stay firmly intact. Unless I failed my math test. Things might dive off the deep end again if that's the case.