Pulp. September 9, 1998

Another day, another dollar. Well, not quite. School started again this week to a less than enthusiastic Sheri but things seem to be looking up a bit. This crop of professors seem fairly friendly, though the material they teach is less so, and there is at least one familiar face in every class. One thing's for sure: I know I need to work my petootie off this semester if I want to do reasonably well. Every one of my classes is more than full, but I guess that's to be expected at a school this size. Arf.