When I planned my schedule for this term, I was thinking that it'd be not only a piece of cake but just an icing of the cake. It's too easy, it's going to make me cry. I only have three subjects during Mondays and Wednesdays and one subject every Tuesdays and Thursdays. Easy, right? Wrong! It's seeping whatever is left of my "diligent school girl" juice. It's such a bum schedule that instead of focusing on the minute details, I focus on what I'm going to do with my free hours. I've plenty of it, obviously. I could've read my law book since my knowledge of the subject is behind what is expected of me, organized my closet which has been reminiscent of a battle zone for weeks now, stacked my shoes in their transparent cases, posted a few stories here, wrote some personal anecdotes in my diary, or just done something that would have benefited me in the long run. But if I did, then that would be totally surprising, wouldn't it? As surprising as me coming to class early. I hate breaking expectations of me, so no, I don't regret not doing anything. I'm out now, before I further confess what's bothering me. Haha!