Last Day of Classes! (For the third time)

I was going to write this post about finals, but I think I'll wait til next week, when finals are actually happening. When this post is published, I will officially be done with classes! Of course, Fridays are when I have class until 4:30...

As this semester comes to a close, I am becoming more and more stressed. I'm doing alright in all of my classes, in that I have at least a C in all of them. I got my E Mch quiz back from Monday: 75%! Woo! Normally, I get D's on those quizzes, so that's a nice change. My math professor this morning just outlined our whole course in three lines of writing on the chalkboard.

I have a lab in Cmpsc (computer science aka "comp sci") at 3:35, so I'll post this after that. I started typing this post before my first class this morning at 11, but I've only just gotten back to my dorm at 2:45 because I met some friends for lunch downtown. My friend had coupons for free sandwiches from McDonald's, so she got me a cheeseburger. I met her and two other guys at a smoothie place called Yogurt Express and we sat and talked for a while.

When I arrived at lunch, Becky, my friend who had the coupons, asked me if I had heard about the shooting. I looked at her incredulously and said, "What shooting?" I am keeping all of the people of Newport, Connecticut in my thoughts and prayers. How something like this can happen is beyond comprehension. Eighteen children. Eighteen. I can't even.

It brings me back to when I was in fourth grade and my sister in seventh. A boy who was in eighth grade brought a gun to the junior high, killed the principal and then killed himself. That was one of the worst days of my life and I was only ten years old. Later that year, or so I remember, a man brought a machete to one of the elementary schools in my district and tried to kill the principal, a teacher, and a group of kindergarteners.

There are so many cases of things like this nowadays. All of the school shootings and bomb threats. I wish the people who do these things would realize that they make our society seem like a bad thing. It really isn't. There are just a handful of these crazies who think it's okay to kill people. It's really not.

I can't think about this anymore or I'll start to cry or something. This is going up later than I thought it would. I'm done with this post.