I'm home from school, briefly, before I go back for my winter class. It's nice to be home for a while, even if I've spent most of it asleep or out sneaking smirnoff ice into movie theatres.

My mom lost her job, or will have, come February. They closed down her office, and don't have overflow positions for anyone there. I don't think she knows what she's going to do yet, but I think she's thinking about going back to work at Norton's Hospital, which means about an hour's commute both ways and working twelve-hour shifts. Things are going to be a lot tighter, I think, so it's a good thing I found cheapesttextbooks.com, because god knows I'm not going to be able to spend another six hundred dollars on books this next semester.

I'm also able to make up my French final, which is wonderful. I should start studying a lot more than I am, but since the semester is officially over, it's hard to get back into that mindset. I'll be getting back into it whether I want to or not, however, for this winter course. Brad did the math, and I'm actually taking more hours in five days than I would in a regular class over an entire semester; normally, I'd be in class for three hours a week for sixteen weeks (48 hours), but over the winter, I'm in class five hours a day for ten days (50 hours). I hope I don't miss that final, too.