There are Worse Things

This relates back to my last post, the one about my Dream Ballet nightmares.  Waiting in the counseling center line to change my schedule is worse than any Dream Ballet nightmare.  And hour and a half in line, five minutes talking to my counselor, and I was out. Oh, and I would have been out an hour sooner, but they let the football players in before the rest of us, even though they hadn't waited in line for any length of time.  Ticked.  My, I sound cheerful in all of these last few posts.  Don't worry.  I'll be back to my old Zen self as soon as I eat something deep-fried.  I promise that next time I won't be morbid.