So.... Sailor Moon....

Why didn't I know that the new translation of Sailor Moon, plus it being a slightly updated version of it, is already out??

Link provided: www.amazon.com/Sailor-Moon-Vol-Naoko-Takeuchi/dp/1935429744/ref=sr_1_1

Time to indulge in nostalgia-time.

What I never expected out of Fall Semester

Specifically, Psychology 101.

I just thought this would be a nice class. Material I'm interested in, involved teacher, easily understood homework in the sense I have a good sense of how to do well on the homework as well as on the tests. I thought I could sleepily go through the class while offering my own two cents here and there and then a lot of reading. And I say sleepily because it's an 8 AM class.

What I never EXPECTED to happen was:

1). First and foremost, actually develop triggers, and I blame isolated incidents involving being the unwitted scapegoat over the faults of other classmates. It's only two occasions: one involving someone who may or may not be mocking me coincidentally, and the other being accused of having an active cell phone during TEST TIME when it was actually the shithead next me.

Edit: I probably haven't clarified what these triggers are, though I do believe them to be so: suspected mockery in classroom, and sudden injustice placed upon me. Ah screw it, I should have just said that I became paranoid and self-absorbed.

2). Getting the impression that the teacher thinks I'm the PROBLEM CHILD of the class. I can see many reasons why she would think that: I'm tired in class, so I get sleepy and that shouldn't be a reason because the rest of the class is sleepy. However, when I'm tired I look like a pissed off wet cat. I probably come off as a mean person without saying anything. However, it really was because of that first test, and my god did I have this massive freak-out after that test.

I'm actually so upset with that first test, that if I try to recall it and I can even tell that if I try to recall it in the future, I will be tremendously upset and weepy. The email back from the teacher (whom I would still say is a reasonable lady), made a return of all those black, dark, evil and upsetting feelings that had welled up inside me like an infection.


I hate you Psychology class, and for the wrong reasons.