I need to get back to the dentist. That filling he put in my tooth has chipped and practically dissolved so my tooth is all jagged again, and kinda aches a little. I have a cleaning scheduled for this Friday, so I'm not rushing, but it's really starting to bug me. I don't know why he he didn't just cap it.

Secondly, I ran into Dean Wallace this morning while taking down dance concert posters; she tells me how I'm failing and won't walk at graduation, and need to talk to Pam. I email Pam and ask her if I can do a research paper; she says she needs to talk to Dean Wallace first. Grr. These people need to communicate a little. I want to just turn in that paper I wrote last year comparing Romantic ballets with Gothic literature, and get it over with. It's, like, a 12 page paper, and well written at that. I just want to graduate. I want this all over with. I know I should be flipping out about all this, but I'm scarily calm.

Now I have to go to Chinese culture. *hate* That class is awful, but at least someone caught me and told me my presentation isn't today but Wednesday, which makes my life so much easier. Then I have to teach someone my dance that's due tomorrow in musical theatre. I can't believe we only have three MT classes left, and none of them are instructional since we're going to be doing presentations the rest of the time. *sigh*