Alright, so I'm kind of cheating considering today's classes aren't over...
The four things in this entry are going to be really sad. Just for the warning. So if you don't want to read anything sad, don't read this entry. It's that simple. ;-)
1)Over the past month I've pretty much made the choice that after this next Spring semester I won't be in Pensacola anymore. And yes, I'm serious this time. Everytime I convince myself that it'll be ok, it's all for the wrong reasons: Pensacola is close to home. UWF is one of the only 2 smaller state schools and that's what I wanted. But this is the truth: I could graduate in a year, which means I have to go to grad school, because we all know that Kelly NEVER GETS A BREAK BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR. *smile* Well, I've been spending countless hours looking at grad programs and this is what I've learned: If I get a BA in pscyh from UWF, I'm not going to any good grad school. End of story. I won't get accepted and if by some miracle I do, I won't make it. In one semester I've learned just about nothing. Research is HUGE for grad school and this school offers ONE research class. ONE. How is that going to put me against all these other grad students that probably have classes upon classes of experimental psych? Yeah. I know. dead last. At the bottom. Drowning in a big pile of confusion. Choking on shit. Basically, I'll get my ass killed. I need to stop fucking with my education and go somewhere else. I thought I could make this work. I TRIED. I'm still going to keep trying, but I just can't see it happening. I've made countless phone calls to the other state universities, talking with thier admissions people and discussing stuff like this and they've just reinforced my beliefs. So yeah. If only I could somehow get out of having to go to school next semester so I could work like crazy and save loads of money since my parents might not be quite as supportive as they have been in the past.
2)I have a doctors appt tomorrow morning to try and find the culprit of my messed up female problems, but I'm going to talk to her about my depression and anxiety problems. Maybe she can refer me to a psychologist and get me some drugs because I don't know if I can go through another semester feeling this way the whole time. We talked about depression in my bio psych class yesterday. I definately have all the symptoms to the beginning of what could result in a chronic depressive state. I don't like feeling this way, so I'm hoping something can be done. I mean I think you know you're depressed when you end up looking at 'homes' for depressed and crazy people and thinking they look like a place that would make a good vacation, wouldn't you agree? :-P
3)My right arm really hurts and my mailbox won't open and I told an old guy to leave me alone.
4)If that damn hurricane hadn't hit this god forsaken place, I'd be done with school right now.
PS: Have a nice weekend everyone! Only one week left!
1)Over the past month I've pretty much made the choice that after this next Spring semester I won't be in Pensacola anymore. And yes, I'm serious this time. Everytime I convince myself that it'll be ok, it's all for the wrong reasons: Pensacola is close to home. UWF is one of the only 2 smaller state schools and that's what I wanted. But this is the truth: I could graduate in a year, which means I have to go to grad school, because we all know that Kelly NEVER GETS A BREAK BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR. *smile* Well, I've been spending countless hours looking at grad programs and this is what I've learned: If I get a BA in pscyh from UWF, I'm not going to any good grad school. End of story. I won't get accepted and if by some miracle I do, I won't make it. In one semester I've learned just about nothing. Research is HUGE for grad school and this school offers ONE research class. ONE. How is that going to put me against all these other grad students that probably have classes upon classes of experimental psych? Yeah. I know. dead last. At the bottom. Drowning in a big pile of confusion. Choking on shit. Basically, I'll get my ass killed. I need to stop fucking with my education and go somewhere else. I thought I could make this work. I TRIED. I'm still going to keep trying, but I just can't see it happening. I've made countless phone calls to the other state universities, talking with thier admissions people and discussing stuff like this and they've just reinforced my beliefs. So yeah. If only I could somehow get out of having to go to school next semester so I could work like crazy and save loads of money since my parents might not be quite as supportive as they have been in the past.
2)I have a doctors appt tomorrow morning to try and find the culprit of my messed up female problems, but I'm going to talk to her about my depression and anxiety problems. Maybe she can refer me to a psychologist and get me some drugs because I don't know if I can go through another semester feeling this way the whole time. We talked about depression in my bio psych class yesterday. I definately have all the symptoms to the beginning of what could result in a chronic depressive state. I don't like feeling this way, so I'm hoping something can be done. I mean I think you know you're depressed when you end up looking at 'homes' for depressed and crazy people and thinking they look like a place that would make a good vacation, wouldn't you agree? :-P
3)My right arm really hurts and my mailbox won't open and I told an old guy to leave me alone.
4)If that damn hurricane hadn't hit this god forsaken place, I'd be done with school right now.
PS: Have a nice weekend everyone! Only one week left!