Hunger

I don't think I've ever been as hungry as I was when I got home from Social Welfare Policy tonight. I haven't had a public presentation in so long, I forgot how much it takes out of you. Despite my inner freaking out, and the awkward shuffle I know I tend to do when I'm nervous, I was told I'm a great public speaker so I suppose I should stop being so worried. Even far older people in my class were completely stressed about the presentation, so I guess I can't feel so bad about that either.

Now that I realized I'm nearing the end of my time at SCCC forever, I'm realizing how much I hate my classes. Theories of Personality is the only one I enjoy anymore, and my English Comp II class is literally a joke. I can't wait to fill out end of the year reviews for this professor; and I hope some sort of administrative figure reads them.