week one: an intro dabbled with a bit of chaos
So... we meet again. I have a horrible habit of starting something, such as a blog, with such good intentions of sticking with it, and then just forgetting about it completely while it rots of old thoughts, just swirling around in the world of the internet.
And so... we're back! This might be the last of these failed attempts because I'm finally a senior in college! It actually happened! No, really. I saw the word "Senior", right next to my name on my professor's roster that was displayed via projector with everyone's campus wide ID plastered for all to see.
Also, note to self: you don't always have to put your middle name on everything you sign up for. At least, I don't think you do.
Well, just like the title says, week one was chaos. When I say week one, I mean the first week of my senior year. Technicaaaally senior year began in the fall of last year (2017) but I wasn't taking on nearly as many units as I am this semester, so I say that this semester is the one that counts. Speaking of units, let's do a comparison. Fall 2017, I took 11 units. That's right, eleven. Not even twelve. I thought that was okay, until I went to a counselor (which, by the way, is a REALLY good thing to do!!!) and she told me that I would have 2+ semesters to finish up my last year of college, and then I realized that eleven units was not going to suffice the following semester. So fast forward to this semester, where I am taking 18 units. Yeah, I definitely want to graduate. I think six years of this college thing is pretty substantial, especially since I get a pretty degree for all my efforts.
For this semester, I have six classes lined up. Most of them have to do with Psychology (my major) and a few others are to satisfy my upper division GE requirements. I actually really like the classes I've chosen for the GE's and am happy to start my school week's off with a lighter load. On Mondays and Tuesdays I get to be home by 7 PM, at the latest. As the week drags on, I get to be home by 8/9 PM at the latest. I'll definitely be sleeping in on Friday mornings, thank you veeeery much. One of the nicest things though about this semester is how much free time I have on the weekends. I was working last semester almost every weekend for a total of 9 hours, and it totally wore me out. I miss my job but I think I would be broken by the end of the semester if I had decided to keep going with it.
So far, I'm surviving but it's only week one... so of course I'm definitely surviving. I'm taking this weekend to catch up on some schoolwork for the upcoming week and to even study and read my textbooks! I wish I didn't take six years to realize I need to read ahead for classes, but... better late than never? No, scratch that. That's a terrible excuse. Don't ever quote me on that, I will totally deny it.
I'll be back next week with more about how my semester is progressing and hopefully less of a whiny post on far away graduation is.
whoever you are... thanks for taking the time to read this. I know future me appreciates it! I also know that whoever reads this is most likely going to be future me.
And so... we're back! This might be the last of these failed attempts because I'm finally a senior in college! It actually happened! No, really. I saw the word "Senior", right next to my name on my professor's roster that was displayed via projector with everyone's campus wide ID plastered for all to see.
Also, note to self: you don't always have to put your middle name on everything you sign up for. At least, I don't think you do.
Well, just like the title says, week one was chaos. When I say week one, I mean the first week of my senior year. Technicaaaally senior year began in the fall of last year (2017) but I wasn't taking on nearly as many units as I am this semester, so I say that this semester is the one that counts. Speaking of units, let's do a comparison. Fall 2017, I took 11 units. That's right, eleven. Not even twelve. I thought that was okay, until I went to a counselor (which, by the way, is a REALLY good thing to do!!!) and she told me that I would have 2+ semesters to finish up my last year of college, and then I realized that eleven units was not going to suffice the following semester. So fast forward to this semester, where I am taking 18 units. Yeah, I definitely want to graduate. I think six years of this college thing is pretty substantial, especially since I get a pretty degree for all my efforts.
For this semester, I have six classes lined up. Most of them have to do with Psychology (my major) and a few others are to satisfy my upper division GE requirements. I actually really like the classes I've chosen for the GE's and am happy to start my school week's off with a lighter load. On Mondays and Tuesdays I get to be home by 7 PM, at the latest. As the week drags on, I get to be home by 8/9 PM at the latest. I'll definitely be sleeping in on Friday mornings, thank you veeeery much. One of the nicest things though about this semester is how much free time I have on the weekends. I was working last semester almost every weekend for a total of 9 hours, and it totally wore me out. I miss my job but I think I would be broken by the end of the semester if I had decided to keep going with it.
So far, I'm surviving but it's only week one... so of course I'm definitely surviving. I'm taking this weekend to catch up on some schoolwork for the upcoming week and to even study and read my textbooks! I wish I didn't take six years to realize I need to read ahead for classes, but... better late than never? No, scratch that. That's a terrible excuse. Don't ever quote me on that, I will totally deny it.
I'll be back next week with more about how my semester is progressing and hopefully less of a whiny post on far away graduation is.
whoever you are... thanks for taking the time to read this. I know future me appreciates it! I also know that whoever reads this is most likely going to be future me.
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