Spring classes start in Winter, dontcha know?

It IS still winter, isn't it? Despite the 70* temps and the volunteer tomato growing in my backyard, right now, as I type, it IS still officially winter. So why do they call them Spring classes? I'm not quite sure, but at the local community college I attend at night, they've begun.

My Environmental Biology class is right up my alley - I'm going to LOVE this class! The immigrant girls who sit around me, barely speak english in class with a teacher that has a lovely Scottish accent, they will hate this class. During our first lecture I was able to follow right along and nary a time came when I was at a loss for answers to his questions, or lost trying to figure out what-the-hell-is-he-talking-about, like I do in my Chem 2 class. And said girls think I'm brilliant, asking for my phone number and email address so we can do study groups. ha!

As we finished Chem1 last semester, my lab partner warned me "Chem 2 is filling up quick, you better register now." I had never received my "preferred student - now is your time to register for next semester" email so I was behind signing up. By the time I got to a computer later that day, the class was filled and I was #8 on the waiting list. SHOZBOTZ! Fast forward 2 months to this past Tuesday. I arrived to class early, but the instructor was only allowing registered students to come inside. All waitlisted students had to remain outside in the hallway. Eventually he let us in, but with no guarantees we would be able to actually join the class. We went through his syllabus, carefully noting any important dates, and at the end of class we had an introduction period. "Please state your name, what you did last semester, why you are taking this class, and something you like to do or a hobby."

Halfway through the students, the boy with the sideways hat began his introduction. "My name is Tan, I attended part time school last semester, I don't work, and my hobby is party boy."

"Excuse me? What was your hobby?" asks the professor.
"Partyboy... partyboy!"

This is where I rolled my eyes and asked "is that really considered a hobby?" I need to move...