To say taking 6 classes this semester all on the same day is a bad idea is an understatement. At this point my bed has become a thing of a myth to me. I question if it even exist when I get home. When I’m not battling my curiosity to research random topics that just happen to pop up in my head I’m sleeping in some unknown part of the house. Three weeks of school left and I can’t wait. To conclude I am never taking 6 classes again.