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Took my last final today after a peachy-keen (aka dreadful) four hours of sleep. I stayed up too late. Not for any particular reason other than wanting to bullcrap around on the computer and watch sitcoms and go to the bathroom a million and one times (my bladder is infatuated with the toilet, perhaps even to the point of stalking it).
Brit. Lit. final went well, I think, and now...I only have one English course in the spring. I haven't had only one since...no idea. It will be weird not reading piles upon piles of novels and essays and whatnot. It will be really weird to have science homework again. And I haven't taken a history course since high school. And seminar. Ugh, seminar. The spring semester is probably not going to be easy. I'm not sure why I didn't realize this sooner. The coursework may not be especially killer or anything, but it's taken me at two years to get a handle for English classes and what information is actually important versus that which is the teacher adding in something he/she'll never bring up again.
I dunno.
It will be a good term, regardless, but it will have its challenges. I just hope I'll enjoy the people in my classes. That way, at least I'm more likely to go to them, since it will be senior spring and thus I will be very unlikely to give a crap about anything.
I just remembered that one time (maybe twice) early this year, my junior English seminar had class outside. It was wonderful. I played with grass and woodchips, and it was the best fifty minutes of class ever (I take ten minutes off the hour-long class because it took us that long to decide (or to persuade the prof.) to have class outside and to get all of us down three flights of stairs, across part of the lawn, and settled into our seats. I sat on the ground. It was lovely, and I miss that. I wonder if Reigle-me-this ever has class outside?
Brit. Lit. final went well, I think, and now...I only have one English course in the spring. I haven't had only one since...no idea. It will be weird not reading piles upon piles of novels and essays and whatnot. It will be really weird to have science homework again. And I haven't taken a history course since high school. And seminar. Ugh, seminar. The spring semester is probably not going to be easy. I'm not sure why I didn't realize this sooner. The coursework may not be especially killer or anything, but it's taken me at two years to get a handle for English classes and what information is actually important versus that which is the teacher adding in something he/she'll never bring up again.
I dunno.
It will be a good term, regardless, but it will have its challenges. I just hope I'll enjoy the people in my classes. That way, at least I'm more likely to go to them, since it will be senior spring and thus I will be very unlikely to give a crap about anything.
I just remembered that one time (maybe twice) early this year, my junior English seminar had class outside. It was wonderful. I played with grass and woodchips, and it was the best fifty minutes of class ever (I take ten minutes off the hour-long class because it took us that long to decide (or to persuade the prof.) to have class outside and to get all of us down three flights of stairs, across part of the lawn, and settled into our seats. I sat on the ground. It was lovely, and I miss that. I wonder if Reigle-me-this ever has class outside?