This weekend was really fun. My dad came down form Georgia to see the campus and spend some time with me. He still isn't all that thrilled that I didn't choose to go to a college in Georgia, but oh well, I like it here. Then again I like it anywhere. I can literally go anywhere and not have a problem getting acquainted with the people/lifestyle. After all of the touring stuff, we went out to eat Sunday night at the Irish Pub place in the square, and it was amazing. I had this spicy chicken sandwich thing and it came with a side of ranch and it was to die for.
Other than that, weekend was pretty darn chill. Loriel had to leave to go back home for a dentist appointment, so I had the dorm room to myself for most of the weekend. Not that I think ill of Loriel or anything but I loved being alone. I've been an only child for so long, I loved being the only one in a room again...
One more thing; yesterday morning I got a grade from my college writing class back. The grade was a 77 and what seems to confuse me the most is how she gives me such low grades...and I’m a great writer. I have literally have never made low grades on papers in my life. I’m not saying this to be cocky or anything but I’m even publishing a book. With a real, paying publishing company, and this woman is giving me 77s on papers? I don’t know.
~ilb4
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