UGG boots and Backpacks

The first day of fall quarter means that today I got to put on my UGG boots and backpack, fill my Holstein's coffee cup and walk to class (of course my first class wasn't until 1:30, you've gotta love being a senior ahead in credits). I arrive at my first class (English 422 or something, AKA Arthurian Legends) to find a graduate student informing us that our teacher couldn't make it to the first day of class (emergency situation) and filling us in on how crazy he is. That's just great. Along with the fact that our old [fucking crazy] neighbor (one of the "Quagneau's"--her name is Lucy and I had one other class with her, she used a fake accent and would not shutup/stop sucking up the entire time) is in my class, sitting RIGHT next to me in the front row, I have a crazy teacher. I mean, I knew he was a little nuts because Kirsten took this class with him last quarter (she 4.0ed it, and I'm always looking for a GPA boost) and she filled me in a little about him, but still. Anyway so I got out of class after only 12 minutes of getting a reading handout and the syllabus, neither of which were stapled. On the walk home it started raining (it would). So, I busted out my juicy umbrella and made my way back. I need to waterproof my UGGs again ASAP. I also need to finish my practice test NOW. Oh and did I mention that I GET to wake up in the morning and babysit Claire and Joe at 7am (they needed someone to fill in... booo to me for agreeing). On the bright side (or maybe not, maybe just on another note), today was my last first day of fall quarter as a "college" (undergrad) student. Weird. I feel old.