past the point of whelming

Today marked the beginning of second semester classes. To this I give a giant "BOOOO." The entire day has been simply overwhelming. My morning began at an unfortunate 6:37 with an alarm that interrupted my dreaming, which included combating mutant, explosive jellyfish. My first class, Differential Equations, was at an early 8:00. I was comforted only by the fact that the prof and I are already old pals. Then I was off to Proofs. I’m not sure it is healthy to have math classes from 8 – 11 twice a week. This may prove to be a problem. Proofs has already provided me with 3 pages of notes, front and back, most of which is words not numbers, and most of which I do not fully understand. I’m fairly positive that this class will bring me much suffering.
I then attended a class that I am on the waiting list for. We had to form reading groups that we will be working with for the rest of the semester. I skillfully formed a group with four young lads. At the end of class I went up to discuss my position in the class with the prof. I continued to babble on and on until he bluntly asked, “Will you stop talking?” Yeah sure, no prob dude. I have honestly never had that problem before. No one has ever expressed the idea that I talk too much. Ever. Normally around people I don’t know it’s more like, “Kate, say something.” I found that quite humorous.