Three words: Stupid Fucking English.
The essays aren’t nearly so painful now that we’re allowed to write on issues the text addresses. I could ace the midterm and the final after having a concrete slab dropped on my head. I’ve also taken to writing short stories while in English class. So at the end of the semester, I’ll have a crappy required class out of the way, plus a kick-ass writing portfolio that ensures I won’t get stuck in any other intro classes!
I hate my damb dorm, and my roommate is really irresponsible, has like six boyfriends and is never around.
Yeah well, I’m moving out. If I go over to Res Life as soon as possible, I can get a single to live in next semester. Possibly in a building that isn’t dank, on a floor that’s actually inhabited by humans. Seeing as I own every goddamn piece of furniture in this room, it would be an easy move.
I am the only kid on this campus who doesn’t drink.
The grand total is now up to three. And they’re all night owls like me. 
So things are improving a little. I foresee everything getting much better down the road.