Want to know something fun? I register for classes next week, which means that this week, I have to go to advising and declare my major (finally). One little problem. I don’t know what my major is. So between now and Friday, I have to figure that out. I think I want to double-major in French and Criminal Justice. I can do it in 65 units which is exactly what I need to graduate. But I’m not sure. THIS IS SO STRESSFUL. Where did all my time to do make this decision go?
Finally. Last semester… I didn’t care. I couldn’t make myself care and it freaked me out. But I’m back. I love my schedule. I can’t wait to get into this semester, get into all the work. My classes actually interest me. I think that was half the problem last semester—I didn’t give a shit about the science classes. I’m taking 15 units this semester and working on top of it. I’m slightly nervous about balancing it all, but I’m confident that I’ll be able to do it. With a little help maybe.
I’ve been planning my next two years here at State the past couple of days and I’m feeling pretty good about the next little while. I want to double major in French and Criminal Justice. I need to find out if I can challenge some of the French courses—at least the French Culture class because, come on, I lived there for nearly four years— it would make my life a lot easier. Then again, my French is rusty and I could use the practice. If I do one summer semester, I can graduate on-time with two B.A.s.
If there’s one thing that I’ve realized these past few days, it’s that I am very, very grateful that I had the opportunity to live and go to school in Europe while I was a teenager. I don’t feel like I have to get back over there during university. I’ve done that. I don’t feel like I’m missing out. And staying here? Well, I’ll be able to have a relationship without worrying whether it will survive a semester or two of separation. And I really want to have that.
—> Do yourself a favor and go buy yourself some Vanilla and Cinnamon Black Tea from Trader Joe’s because it is DELICIOUS. It’s only a holiday thing, so I’ll be stocking up for the year. I mean, at $2.00 per box, why wouldn’t I?
—> Finals can suck my metaphorical dick. I had a final this morning (think I aced it) and a take home final that I’ve had a week to work on due at 6 pm. I only started on that 5-page final at 2 pm. I finished at 8. 7 pages. I went late to class to turn it in and then just left. I hated that class. San Francisco: Biography of a City. It should have been a fun class, instead it was draining and boring and sad. I’m so glad I’m done with it.
Next week I have a paper for Human Sexuality due Monday, a photo assignment also due Monday, my Astronomy Lab final on Wednesday, and my Human Sexuality final on Friday. And then one more paper due the following Monday. I am so tired of school and of this semester. I just want it to be over.
I really hate how much school drains me these days. I know for sure that I’m going to have to retake Astronomy next semester because I just could not do it this semester. Thank god I took it pass/fail so it won’t fuck up my GPA. At least next semester I can take it with my roommates and be motivated to, you know, actually attend class.
Hopefully my classes next semester will reignite my interest in school. I’m not sure what I want to major in anymore. It was English, but we’ll see. I’ve been dealing a lot with Criminal Justice lately and I find it to be much more interesting than literature. That may only be because I really like helping other people with their work, though. Maybe it’s just everything but my own work that interests me. Who knows. I’ll figure it out. I’ll get through next semester and reevaluate.
—> Not terribly excited about the holidays. I’ll be seeing pretty much my whole family in a couple of weeks—mum and grandparents here, dad and siblings in DC/NYC—and that’s kind of stressing me out. I like the distance, ok? That probably makes me a terrible person, but whatever. 3000 miles is comforting. Plus, it’s already December 10th and I haven’t even begun to think of what to get them all for Christmas. And my roommates too. Damn. I really need to get on that one. I suck at timely gift-giving. You should never expect your gifts until a month after the appropriate day (nor should you ever expect emails to be returned in anything resembling a timely manner because I procrastinate like a pro).
—> Despite all this, I am happy, I swear! Just a bit stressed and unbalanced. I’ll figure it out over the break. I have a whole month off and I’m anxious to use it. I need to go to the doctor, for one. I think I might have ADD for reals. And I’m excited to get back to running. I haven’t gone in nearly a month—too busy, too sick, always too late, too many excuses. With the apartment nearly empty (my own room for a whole month!), I feel like I’ll be better about it.
Plus, I want to lose 10 pounds.
OH. And I’m really, really excited to get back to photography over break. I’ve been too tired and too busy to pick up my camera and use it this past month and it makes me sad. I’m planning on changing that soon. I’m enlisting Chris to go on photo adventures with me while we’re both on break from school. I haven’t hung out with him in ages and I really miss him. I rarely even see him at work anymore. It’ll be really fun shooting with him. I hope he’ll let me do a portrait series using him as a model.
—> TL;DR: ONE MORE WEEK AND THEN I’M DONE FOR A MONTH.
An MIT study found that longer essays got better scores regardless of any errors they contained. So remember: facts don’t matter; just lots and lots of words. So ideally your essay should read like Glenn Beck’s teleprompter.
‘Sup, my life? FINALS WEEK, GUYS. IT BLOWS. This is the most helpful tip I’ve seen all year.
I’m not writing this on the walls, but I am definitely writing it all over my notebooks.
There are two reasons I think I would make a good governor of the state of Alaska. Number one, I have a lot of ideas about the issues that matter to Alaskans including, but not limited to, energy and the environment. Number two, I wouldn’t quit.
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That was my English homework for today. We were told to pick from a list of jobs the one we think we would like/be best at and why. I wrote my response 10 minutes before class, because I am a terrible student. My teacher loved it.
My (hopefully) final schedule for the fall semester!
This really pisses me off because my schedule was perfect. I had it all so well balanced and the earliest I ever had class was 10:10 am. California cutting funding and my university cutting this class has screwed up my beautiful schedule! *cries*
Today in the car, I went through the course book and tried to find a class to fill the gap.
My four possible choices, in order of preference:
1. Women in American History and Society (11:00-12:15)
It would make my day if I could get into this class. It sounds really interesting, plus it fulfills the same requirement and starts at the same time as my cancelled class.
2. Elementary Statistics (9:35-10:50)
If I don’t take stats this semester, I’ll have to take it next semester, so this would be pretty good. If I do take it this semester, that means I won’t have stuck myself with a math and a science class next semester. Not thrilled about the starting time though.
3. History of the US Through the Reconstruction (9:35-10:50)
This obviously fills the same requirement as my cancelled class, but ugh, that time again.
4. Intro to Ethnic Studies (9:35-10:50)
This fulfills a different requirement, but it’s a class I’d really like to take sometime, so why not now?
