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Oh! I seem to be on the track of a, um, double major. Which seems so silly with school having only just started.
I'm not precisely sure how it happened but my professors all say that I'm, um, driven and that I could do well once I learn to edit my papers.
Because 'um'ing on essays is frowned upon here. They want me to form my own opinions instead of copying the textbooks views. I'm, um, trying.
But I like school. A lot. Feels like I'm jinxing it every time I say such things but- I have dance classes where everyone moves the way my sisters could and, um, image classes where we follow people around all day to understand them, and classes where boys try to talk to each other in ancient greek.
I'm happy.
I'm not precisely sure how it happened but my professors all say that I'm, um, driven and that I could do well once I learn to edit my papers.
Because 'um'ing on essays is frowned upon here. They want me to form my own opinions instead of copying the textbooks views. I'm, um, trying.
But I like school. A lot. Feels like I'm jinxing it every time I say such things but- I have dance classes where everyone moves the way my sisters could and, um, image classes where we follow people around all day to understand them, and classes where boys try to talk to each other in ancient greek.
I'm happy.