I went to university, and all I got was this lousy sweatshirt...
actually, that's not at all what's happening, as it appears that my life is back on track, all the bureaucratic nonsense has been solved, and on Monday I actually get to use my priority registration. What a concept!
My class is all flagged, and I have nothing that I'm required to take except that! I do have to finish my independent study English class, but I've got a bit in that. I have to apply for graduation, in November, before classes even start ::boggle::, but, ok, what can you do.
And looking over all the lovely exciting fun science journalism internships in DC and LA and NY, and other cities that can be described in two capital letters, I'm suddenly reminded why I went into the major in the first place. Fermilabs could be fun! NPR could be fun! Wired Magazine could be fun!
Yay for graduating. Finally. for real. :)
My class is all flagged, and I have nothing that I'm required to take except that! I do have to finish my independent study English class, but I've got a bit in that. I have to apply for graduation, in November, before classes even start ::boggle::, but, ok, what can you do.
And looking over all the lovely exciting fun science journalism internships in DC and LA and NY, and other cities that can be described in two capital letters, I'm suddenly reminded why I went into the major in the first place. Fermilabs could be fun! NPR could be fun! Wired Magazine could be fun!
Yay for graduating. Finally. for real. :)