Underwater Basket Weaving, that is the way to go. And it's gotta be easier than the crap I'm attempting to deal with at the moment. My to-do list stretches from here to home and it keeps getting bigger. I feel a bit like I'm drowning; I guess this is Karma from first semester when I was the one who didn't have that much work to do and watched everyone else run around. My how the tables have turned.
The good news is that I have a single for next year in the same building that I'm living in. More good news is that it's four floors up. Exercise right there. And now that I think about it, moving a mini-fridge up four floors isn't exactly a cakewalk. But that's later. Now I gotta focus on the now, and that's a little difficult.
But seriously, majoring in Underwater Basket Weaving. I'd have a monopoly on the post-graduate job market. I'd be swimmin' in it.