Gettin' Ripped

Okay, I'm talking about going to the gym in my post title, not other things that are synonymous with the term "ripped." So when school starts in a few days, you'll probably start to hear me complain about the University of Idaho and it's insane amounts of hoops it's going to require me to jump through to graduate, but one thing you'll never hear me complain about is the Student Rec Center here. We have so much cool stuff there, it's amazing. Like there is a huge free standing climbing wall, two big weight areas, and tons of cardio machines, two basketball courts, a floor hockey area, and those are just the things available to everyone all the time. There're also three giant rooms for classes, and apparently they have trainers and stuff too. There's nothing like going to the gym after you get totally pissed at work, and then kicking your butt at the gym. It's the best stress reliever, and it makes you feel so good. Gah, it's hard to articulate, but I absolutely love it. Those of you who are gym people will also get it.
So school starts on Wednesday, and I am anxious and pissed all at the same time. I'm taking four classes, two of which should be easy, and two will be ridiculously hard. I'm required to take a science with a lab class and it seems that physics is my choice. Now, I don't know how many of my readers are physics people, but I'm not. Those of you who know me know I can barely add. People say this might be a problem. We shall see, I suppose.