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I had the first session of the penultimate class for my degree this week. Before class, I was feeling painfully unmotivated, between loving the lazy relaxation associated with my recent return from vacation and the general sense of anticlimax involved in taking a last couple of classes after having landed a job that I'm really excited about. Fortunately, after class, I was extremely jazzed about it. I mean, I still have the feeling of anticlimax, but the class is going to be incredibly great, and I can already tell I'm going to learn a ton of stuff that's really interesting to me and, I expect, will be useful in all sort of contexts.
I hope the class I take in the second session will spark similar levels of enthusiasm! Working full time and doing 7 hours of class in a compressed semester for the two summer terms is going to be hard enough even with classes I'm psyched about.
I hope the class I take in the second session will spark similar levels of enthusiasm! Working full time and doing 7 hours of class in a compressed semester for the two summer terms is going to be hard enough even with classes I'm psyched about.