class woes
I'm beginning to understand what all the adults meant when they said that college is tough because you have so much freedom. I remember thinking that I'd really have to watch out for that; I planned my classes carefully, I still only work on the weekends, and my course load is pretty light. I only have general classes that are almost self explanatory, especially my finite math class and general sociology. So I thought I had everything under control, and I did, but I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my grip on my classes. The thing is, I can't really tell. That may sound confusing, I'll explain. I didn't go to my first two communications classes that first week of school, and when I went the second week I realized that the professor gives you notes that aren't in the book and shows videos that will be on tests that you simply have to be in class to see. So I thought, okay, I shouldn't have missed my first two classes, but as long as I don't miss another one I'll be fine. Well, this morning I set my alarm for 9:30 because my class started at 10:15. When it went off I remembered (like I usually do it time to catch myself) that my class ENDS at 10:15 and starts at 9:00. Well, snap. Then I went to Art History, which I know I'm awesome at because we're using the same book we used last year in my AP class, but when I got there i remembered that I missed class on Friday because it was pouring outside and stupid UCF doesn't have covered walkways. I also remembered that we were supposed to have done a practice quiz online that I hadn't done. Thankfully it wasn't something we had to hand in, and thankfully again, I found I knew nearly every answer anyway. But the fact is I didn't take it. I hadn't thought about school once all weekend. I worked and I saw Jason, and then I worked the next day and stayed at Jason's and spent all of labor day at UCF and didn't crack open a book once. For those who have made it this far, it's about to get interesting. I thought it would only be Jason that was going to be pressed for time as far as studying goes, but it turns out that even though my classes are easy and I only have 4 of them, the hard part is concentrating and actually doing work. I'm starting to see that I have too much freedom to spend time with Jason who doesn't have as much time to spend with me, and I understand that, really, I have no problem not seeing him every waking hour. I really don't know what I'm trying to say. I guess getting into school work seriously again is a little harder than I thought. But I must say that I have been strangely inspired and motivated to be pro-active in what I do with my time and the manner in which I get things done. My problem was that I've never really had a sense of urgency about anything, I've just always trusted that certain things would work out, and I still feel that way (I haven't lost my faith in life), but I think I would feel more empowered if I could get up and do things just as soon as I saw something needed to be done. For example, I've needed to make an eye appointment for ages because my eyes have gotten so bad over the summer, and i kept meaning to stop and make one at the student union on campus and just haven't. Well, right after my art history class in which I struggled to read the huge overhead screen when in the fourth row, I went straight to the student union and made an appointment for friday (the earliest they had, I swear). So maybe I'm starting to get into it. I hope so.