I used to get mad at my school

Mid-term--down and done. Did I do well? I don't know. I didn't fail. I felt pretty good about it. Almost too good. Only one essay really threw me for a loop. I will be surprised to get any more than one or two points for vague reference for that one. But it's alright. I am comfortable in the theory that I will get at least a high C and at best a nice B. That's all I want. I just want to pull off a B in the class. Then I'm happy. Anything better than that is great but it's a long shot. I'm a realist.
People were freaking the fuck out about it tho. Study sessions rivaling the length of the Mexican American War were held. Classes were skipped. I suspect, privately, tears were shed. But me. I planned the ATL journey, read my email, chatted with peeps, ate a pizza. I didn't stress-the world doesn't end. My dog still loves me. My friends still think I'm worth being around. I still have a job and the lights won't be turned off if I don't well. O bla di. O bla da. Life goes on. It's not that I don't give a shit. It's that I understand that worrying doesn't do a damn bit of good-not in a case like this anyway.
In E's class there was about half attendance. So, it was cool because there's this one guy-he drives me up the wall you know he always shows up 45 minutes late and he usually has to leave early. I don't think he's going to be doing too hot in the class.
*****sidebar:the last 2-3 minutes of The Office was touching in a very uncomfortably real way, especially the part with the kids trick or treating****
So there was that class, it went well, it ended early. I was sitting in the back room of the cabin being somewhat worthless for a few minutes. Me and another one journeying to ATL were plying for information. The questions:
"So, what would be, say, the appropriate amount of panels to go to, say...you know...
"The least you can do?"
"Well..mostly..."
Talking about a side trip to a groovy neighborhood:
"I will be taking a group of folklorists to little 5."
"Oh, be sure to take me!"
"We'll probably run into you there..."
"At the 'head shop..."
"With (in joke of epic proportions)."
then we all laughed and laughed
Oh folklorists are funny little creatures. We should have a reality show. That would be awesome.