Overheard from the guy who spends all day in the hallway on his cell phone counseling his kids at college:
Dropping a class at this point...
All the summer classes are full.
After my first year...
This is what John would do, he'd take the summer and transfer the grade, kna' mean?
It's a long summer, grant you, but it gets two necessary classes out of the way...
You gotta do it, you gotta do it...
It doesn't have to be next summer, but it'll be some summer.
When he gets it done doesn't matter.
Literature probably doesn't matter either way.
He's got six of those.
Any two literatures, doesn't matter.
It's the right thing to do.
Not five weeks of overlap, kna' mean?
"I've seen it, OK, I've seen it, OK."
Same book, same lab, plus what you got, plus what you kept, kna' mean?
"I gotta have it."
If for some reason, the ball isn't going your way, you don't get all six...
It's already been approved.
I know, but so what? So what?
You understand my point, though?
etc.
I hope this kid doesn't need marriage counseling in a few years.