To kill myself or not to kill myself?

During my last semester in Berkeley, I regretted not taking many courses. I never got to take social psych by one of the famed professors. I never got to take a marketing course in Haas. I never took the female sexuality course or the b00bies course. I never took an art class. I never took Japanese or Latin. I never took a creative writing course. I don\’t know how to do darkroom.

So it\’s class registration now. I am technically a part-time student and am supposed to take only 2 classes. But right now I am \”registered\” for 42 units which is 4 classes for next semester. And it\’s all because I don\’t want to regret not taking a course. My part-time job is supposed to be 20 hours/week. So that equals 42+20 = 62 hours of work per week. Sounds about right?

On another note, it\’s troubling how society places so much emphasis on pairs. When you go to a restaurant, the server will look at you funny if you ask for a table for one. \”Are you waiting for somebody? Can you use your extra chair?\” Dancing was made for only pairs. And why do people look at me funny when I decided to get a twin bed (because a bed any bigger would not fit in my room…) Why do toasters come with two slots? What happened to being an inDUHdual???