Apologies and Prodigal

This evening I went to my torturous literature class. The most fun that I have in that class is the discussions we have before Mr. K gets there.

The guy that usually sits in front of me & I were discussing the writing assignments and I told him how stressful I find this class. He agreed with me and said that this week he blew up at a couple of guys that he works with. Later that evening he got to thinking about it and thought that the guys really hadn't done anything they don't usually do so it was really unreasonable that he'd blown up at them. He thought that maybe the gloomy weather has been affecting him but was pretty sure it wasn't the problem. He came to the conclusion that the stress of this class is what has him short-tempered. "I had to go back to work and apologize to those guys and tell them that it wasn't their fault, I'm the one that's the @!*!$," he said.

I found it kinda amusing, but also found it neat that he was able to go back, acknowledge his problem, and apologize.

So far, I've managed to keep up with all of the reading but I'm two writing assignments behind. *sob* I spent several hours last Saturday trying to write a paper for the class and came up with all of two (yes, just two) sentences.

Next week, I have a Sociology test on Monday, a Western Civ test on Tuesday, and a Literature test on Thursday. I need to go study!!

By the way, do you know what the definition of the word "prodigal" is? The story of the prodigal son was one of our short stories this week and one of the questions was "What does "prodigal" mean? I didn't know what the real meaning was. Thank goodness that Mr. K said the meaning in class a bit later. So think of your definition without looking the word up (or at least what it was before you looked it up) and see if you know more than I did.