Here it is.
Classes are... well, they are what they are. None of them were my first choices, thanks to the fact that seniors from other departments flooded all the classes I wanted to take. I'm still frustrated about it, but there isn't really anything I can do about it now.
It's too cold outside.
Stay classy, folks.
P.S. - I already know I have to fix the wing, his legs ending at the pole of his spear, and his right hand gripping the spear. Any other observations would be sincerely appreciated.