Jitters
Second semester of my first year of college starts... well, later today. My sleeping schedule is still in need of repair, but everything should be all right. As opposed to my first semester, where I had all evening classes (including an online class), this season, I mixed things up by having late afternoon classes along with evening classes.
Religion 101: Introduction to Religion: Mondays and Wednesdays, 12:30 to 1:45 PM
Math 109 (Or 10 Kill Me, as I've taken to calling it): College Algebra with Modeling: Mondays and Wednesdays, 6:30 to 7:45 PM
College 108: Basic Calculator Skills for Math 109 (or pretty much a math lab associated with the hell above): Tuesdays and Thursdays, 2:00 to 3:15 PM
English 102: English Composition II: Tuesdays and Thursdays, 5:00 to 6:15 PM
Yes, I got my Religion course, and the textbooks for it look fascinating. It's enough to appease the fact that, just some hours afterward, I have what looks to be a very daunting math course, but it may be more promising than it seems: the professor (even though I can't pronounce her name) appears very helpful and my favorite math tutor has already offered a free calculator, so I won't have to spend 200 bucks on something I'll never use again once the class is done. All in all, a good omen.
Meanwhile, speaking of calculators, that math lab was a recent add-on; I was only going to take three classes this semester, because it was a happy medium for a Freshman. But I got an email, alerting all Math 109 about it, and it's just a pass/fail class, only needing to show up in order to get a grade and it only being five weeks long, as opposed to the entire season. It may be pointless, but then again, it's also worth a credit: might as well.
Plus, I can learn how to use a calculator and input those numbers that, when read upside down, spell penis or something. It'll be great.
And, as far as English goes... well... it doesn't even need to be said by this point, but OMG I CANNOT WAIT. My professor already sounds just as awesome as my one from last semester, if not cooler, which is just making swoon on the spot. She sent out an email, telling us not to purchase the required textbooks, because she doesn't like them and is going to be providing her own books-- which is just so snazzy, I think I want to name my firstborn after her.
This is how much of an English Major I am.
The class itself is also wonderful and I can't wait, really. We'll actually be reading things this year! While we did read last year, it was mostly grammar and essay-writing, but this class will actually have BOOKS and POETRY and AUTHOR BIOS and LITERARY ANALYSIS. I am in heaven. I never want to leave.
I should probably sleep.
Before that, though, I should get to the point of this update: although it is only a new semester, I still have school jitters. It's so weird. Maybe it's just my usual social anxiety which I surely getting over (damn being a girl with confidence issues or, you know, a walking stereotype), but I'm nervous. Hopefully I'll run into one of my friends I made last semester, just to lighten things up. Or maybe even see one of my friends from high school.
And, speaking of jitters... completely unrelated... it should be noted that, even though I'm entirely excited about writing and soon posting Shadows, I now have stage fright. If I want to analyze it, it could maybe be said that I'm afraid to post up anything but Hope because, at least with her, I know my readers will enjoy it; therefore, I'm nervous about posting anything non-Hope, because it's new and I don't know if it'll be liked, let alone read.
Along with that, in association with my stage fright, I have a bad case of utter perfection. Which isn't that surprising, because I'm a perfectionist to begin with, but it's getting to the point where I'm refusing to show excerpts because I don't deem them good enough. Revisions of the prologue, a short introduction into the series, has already passed its mark of 15, which is usually the number I can stop at and feel satisfied. But I'm not. This is frustrating.
I'm nervous. I love Shadows. I don't want to be a creature of habit.
Then again, I also don't want to write Harry Potter stories for the rest of my life.
That, however, will be saved for another time. I'm finally going to sleep now. God knows tomorrow is going to be fun.
(Pun intended due to the fact that my first class is Religion. Hehe.)
Religion 101: Introduction to Religion: Mondays and Wednesdays, 12:30 to 1:45 PM
Math 109 (Or 10 Kill Me, as I've taken to calling it): College Algebra with Modeling: Mondays and Wednesdays, 6:30 to 7:45 PM
College 108: Basic Calculator Skills for Math 109 (or pretty much a math lab associated with the hell above): Tuesdays and Thursdays, 2:00 to 3:15 PM
English 102: English Composition II: Tuesdays and Thursdays, 5:00 to 6:15 PM
Yes, I got my Religion course, and the textbooks for it look fascinating. It's enough to appease the fact that, just some hours afterward, I have what looks to be a very daunting math course, but it may be more promising than it seems: the professor (even though I can't pronounce her name) appears very helpful and my favorite math tutor has already offered a free calculator, so I won't have to spend 200 bucks on something I'll never use again once the class is done. All in all, a good omen.
Meanwhile, speaking of calculators, that math lab was a recent add-on; I was only going to take three classes this semester, because it was a happy medium for a Freshman. But I got an email, alerting all Math 109 about it, and it's just a pass/fail class, only needing to show up in order to get a grade and it only being five weeks long, as opposed to the entire season. It may be pointless, but then again, it's also worth a credit: might as well.
Plus, I can learn how to use a calculator and input those numbers that, when read upside down, spell penis or something. It'll be great.
And, as far as English goes... well... it doesn't even need to be said by this point, but OMG I CANNOT WAIT. My professor already sounds just as awesome as my one from last semester, if not cooler, which is just making swoon on the spot. She sent out an email, telling us not to purchase the required textbooks, because she doesn't like them and is going to be providing her own books-- which is just so snazzy, I think I want to name my firstborn after her.
This is how much of an English Major I am.
The class itself is also wonderful and I can't wait, really. We'll actually be reading things this year! While we did read last year, it was mostly grammar and essay-writing, but this class will actually have BOOKS and POETRY and AUTHOR BIOS and LITERARY ANALYSIS. I am in heaven. I never want to leave.
I should probably sleep.
Before that, though, I should get to the point of this update: although it is only a new semester, I still have school jitters. It's so weird. Maybe it's just my usual social anxiety which I surely getting over (damn being a girl with confidence issues or, you know, a walking stereotype), but I'm nervous. Hopefully I'll run into one of my friends I made last semester, just to lighten things up. Or maybe even see one of my friends from high school.
And, speaking of jitters... completely unrelated... it should be noted that, even though I'm entirely excited about writing and soon posting Shadows, I now have stage fright. If I want to analyze it, it could maybe be said that I'm afraid to post up anything but Hope because, at least with her, I know my readers will enjoy it; therefore, I'm nervous about posting anything non-Hope, because it's new and I don't know if it'll be liked, let alone read.
Along with that, in association with my stage fright, I have a bad case of utter perfection. Which isn't that surprising, because I'm a perfectionist to begin with, but it's getting to the point where I'm refusing to show excerpts because I don't deem them good enough. Revisions of the prologue, a short introduction into the series, has already passed its mark of 15, which is usually the number I can stop at and feel satisfied. But I'm not. This is frustrating.
I'm nervous. I love Shadows. I don't want to be a creature of habit.
Then again, I also don't want to write Harry Potter stories for the rest of my life.
That, however, will be saved for another time. I'm finally going to sleep now. God knows tomorrow is going to be fun.
(Pun intended due to the fact that my first class is Religion. Hehe.)