Okay, so I can do my story. I think my prof and I still have different ideas of how I'm going to write it. He'll learn. Either way, there is going to have to be a lot of research into a time period I know very little about.

He then proceeded to freak me out about recommendation letters to grad schools, and how I won't have the teachers I should get recommendations from until next year. Then it'll be too late. Thanks Mr. Man.

Sigh. There's nothing like freaking out over a meeting so much that you forget your text book for the class you have after that meeting. Things get even better when the guy you kinda-sorta had a crush on last semester sits next to you in that class. Awkward. Then your prof makes you answer several questions in Spanish, at least two of which you get wrong. Said prof then notices you don't have your text book and mentions it. After class, the teacher asks what your name is. And only your name. There are several possibilities here: he's either marking me down for not being prepared. He's giving me points for my sad attempts at participation. Or he's just trying to learn my name. Bad class. No fun. I'm waiting for the memory to fade.