The good news: I lost a pound. It seems like a miracle after my long week of feeling so out of control with food. I really did eat quite a lot extra. The moral of the story is I can have a bad day or two and not ruin my life, instantly ballooning back up 15 pounds based on one patty melt. Sorry to be so dramatic about all this. I'm still not used to the Weight Watchers lifestyle. It's only been nine weeks, I'm still adjusting to my new way of life.
The other good news: I'm dropping my California Ethnic History class. I had a bad feeling about it from day one. I was shocked by the amount of work the professor assigned for the semester, and I didn't like his attitude very much. Tonight when we went through the study guide for the first quiz I was equal parts appalled and enraged. The amount of material he wanted us to memorize would be appropriate for a comprehensive midterm or final, not a quiz in the fifth week. We already had a solid load of reading and outside projects to juggle along with our lives and other classes. A quiz should not require intensive preparation.
In addition, his prissy, condescending way of talking to the class as though we were high school students with no life experience instead of adults at a community college made me grind my teeth in irritation. But I think it was his handout on how to write a paper featuring a stern injunction against using contractions of any sort that made me lose it. What a self-important prick. Contractions are standard English, there is absolutely nothing wrong with using them.
At ten o'clock I rushed home to check the college website to see if it was too late to drop out. It's not, I can drop a course without penalty up until February 8th, so I'm out of there. Next term I can take this course from the professor that was recommended to me by my counselor. I don't care if I lose the $33 in registration fees. I think the course texts will be the same in the fall. They seem to be standard for California Ethnic History as they were required in all three classes this term, so I probably won't even lose money on them. It's well worth it to get rid of this unnecessary stress. Now I can concentrate on my Photoshop classes, have time to go to the gym, and deal with my busy days at work.
I may have to break down and buy a parking pass, though. I cannot for the life of me find non-monitored parking areas. That's another stress I can do without.
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