Congratulations, Bethany.

You have almost certainly managed to successfully shoot yourself in the foot so far as your fall freshman semester at a real university goes.

Congratulations, Bethany.

You've been dropped to eleven hours.

You're about to lose your loan.

You're about to get kicked out of your dorm room.

Congratulations, Bethany.

.....

I think I'm fucked.

Maybe I can fix it.

Maybe I can swing it so I can stay long enough to do the play and John-Boy and Heather's rings.

Maybe I'm just fucked.