Notes on a Scandalous Life

I found out yesterday that I made an A in Spanish. On the bright side, this means I'll be able to graduate when I've been planning on doing it (maybe), and that I didn't lose $300 on a stupid DCCCD class. As I implied in that last sentence, though, there is a downside: I will now have to recant everything I had previously said regarding my Spanish teacher and fiery car crashes. Not that he was a good teacher, or anything - he sucked, but he gave me an A, and, in the end, I suppose that means that he deserves to live. Actually, I would say that I put a B or a C-ish amount of effort into the class, with all of the "I'm going to do my Spanish homework AFTER I go out for drinks/finish this chapter/chew my right arm off/do anything other than that damn Spanish homework." In lieu of that, the A ALMOST makes up for the fact that the instructor liked to post 40 assignments two days before they were due. Almost.

Oh! And I quit Cracker Barrel. And by "quit", I mean "just-didn't-show-up-for-my-shift". Too many Sundays of only getting a section with two tables, really, really poor management (i.e. "Wow, this creepy old guy sure does expect a lot for $2/hr."), and wearing an apron finally got to me, I guess. I've always been really professional about quitting jobs in the past, but just not showing up actually felt pretty good. It's not like I'm on parole or anything. Makes me wonder why I ever went through the uncomfortable process of TELLING my bosses that they would never be able to fully replace me.