continued....

I was really enjoying French class, before it even started. A cute lesbian to my left.. an (or so he seemed) 70 year old man.. probably 6 people in the class total. And even better- El-Omari. I like him.

BUT ALAS. As he hands out the syllabi he leans over to me and asks "you are repeating this class? 201?"

Well shit. I registered for 201.. went to 201... but didnt realize it was 201 until that moment... I'm sposed to be in 202. Days going great so far... wonder how many blazing hoops I'll have to jump through and how many piles of shit I'll land in before this gets fixed. Guess I better get on that now.