I just returned the my second session of my first formal course. I had thought that business was a fairly cushy major. Perhaps it is. I’m scared now. Anyway, even if I do flunk this Business law course, I will have gained new experiences, most notably, getting up at five to beat rush hour. Fortunately (for everyone involved), I’m not doing the driving. I am drawing little stick figures, however…
My dad teaches BLAW 2200.
It’s fairly strange being around so many people who are roughly my age. A quarter of them wear Ugg Boots, and three quarters of them appear to only carry one book at a time in their backpacks.
“It’s illogical Homes; whatever do they want a backpack for?”
“To purvey their books to class, Watson.”
I don’t suppose I am the one to criticize their approach, especially since my own backpack weighs thirty pounds (Which does not sound like all that much, but it’s impossible to lift.)
On a happy note, the school has an elevator, which means I can bring a scale to do the last physics experiment. People look at me weirdly enough, why not give them reason? 
I believe that is actually my drawing of your drawing of your stick figures, but it doesn’t matter. It was a neat idea.