Thursday was another one of those days where my classmates would not keep quiet. After spending fifteen minutes listening to them debate the proper way to give an epidural (something we will never do), I honestly almost screamed. By noon, my frustration level was almost at its peak. That’s when the psych lecture started. I like the psych teacher, but she too was getting on my nerves. Many people use the phrase, "I don’t know how many times I’ve seen…." This teacher kept using a similar phrase, but the way she said it was annoying. She’d say, "How many times have I seen….?" I don’t know how many times you’ve seen it lady!! Stop asking me!! She was lecturing on bipolar disorder, and I think she came extremely close to actually having a full blown demonstration of a psychotic episode- a few more minutes of her lecture and I would have lost it. So during a break I left. That’s right, I skipped half of a day of class!! And no, I did not go home and study. I went to the casino and played the penny slots with my parents. If you see me on America’s Most Wanted later this week, please just pretend like you don’t know me!