I'm back at school now. It is a bittersweet moment, while I can no longer maintain my entirely nocturnal schedule, I am no longer bored out of my mind. Campus is where the proverbial magic happens, and it all begins again this week.

Its the first week of classes, and because of this, I have more syllabi in my possession than any human being ever should. I have yet to buy books, but I'm sure they'll still have them stocked in May, so I'm doing fine.

I found an advance copy of tomorrow morning's syllabus, and let me tell you, it doesn't look good. The class is "The Psychology of Evolution," and the professor expects me to write a 12-24 page paper -- on psychology -- a class that is most definitely not worthy of 12-24 pages. Besides, I can barely write 2 pages coherently, so why bother. Anyway, thanks to the Gods of the Internet, I am able to request to be signed into another professor's class, one who will not require any such paper. I feel as giddy as a drunken Catholic school-girl on prom night as her date clumsily gropes her.

In other words, I pulled a "fast one."

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