That’s about what I feel for the Cowb*ys. Really, as far as hatred goes for football teams, they rank right up top there with the Be*rs.

Let me know if you see a pattern in the teams’ last ten meetings:

So yes, there was an air of inevitability about last night’s game and probably for the rest of the season since the Packers will more than likely need to travel south once again in the play-offs. What a difference it could have made had the Packers had those jerks in below-freezing Lambeau last night.

Anybody want to finish the semester off for me? Please?

In good news, I got the classes I wanted for the spring semester: contemporary Native American novels, visual narratives (not entirely sure what this one’s about but the professor is an interesting guy who moved over from the art school to the English department), and a fiction workshop.

The bad news is that I go to class three days a week, which means two nights away from home and more driving than I want as the spring semester is always worse weather-wise. And one of the classes serves up the double-whammy of being twice a week (gack) and beginning at 12:30 pm (gack gack). And the only other course I was really excited to take, one on American pragmatism, runs concurrently with the fiction workshop which I more or less need to take in order to work with this professor before I run out of coursework. The department has a way of scheduling the best lit classes at the same time as the fiction workshops which is highly annoying.

I have my last Spanish lesson today. There’s a final exam that I probably won’t take until January, but after that I’m done. Which is sad. It’s so much harder to stay self-motivated. The strength of this program is that you needed to be ready for your weekly tutoring session, which meant you couldn’t slack off. Without that reinforcement it’s going to be tough, but thanks to Skype Brother Todd and I are planning to keep up our Spanish speaking sessions while he’s overseas.

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