*bites fingernails*
In my effort to graduate a semester early, I find myself swamped with 300 and 400 level courses in English and Political Science. Pretty soon, I'll have to ask myself: Do I really want to do this? It's taking a lot of faith right now, and while I have full permission to get my hopes up, I'm still pretty scared. In a mostly-good, semi-apprehensive way. What can I do with an English major and a political science minor? There's not much to do around here, which is a good thing, I suppose, since it's not definite that I'll be a Rhode Islander my whole life, and I'm not too proud to work crappy jobs as a college graduate. If everything doesn't work out, things will get easier, of course. I don't think I want things to get easier, though.
Tonight it's writing a paper for COM100 on Ladder 49, which I conveniently swiped from Jon earlier this week. Tomorrow he gets the new truck, so we'll be cleaning that up for him to take home and maybe going out somewhere later in the evening. Planning classes for 3 semesters and working on poetry for my portfolio will take place on Saturday, then hanging out with the Captain again on Sunday when he gets back from saving Springfield. Next week *shouldn't* be too bad, but then again this week was supposed to be bad and went from that to incredibly horribly worse.
Yeah, I got a cold. And vertigo, apparently. And now I have a sinus infection. I got oxygen from the EMTs and I have the rubber tube to prove it as a souvenir. Jon lovingly let me hang on to that *grin* not really. And he took care of me for a couple of days while I got back on my feet. I've never seen so much goddamn Gatorade. And I was required to drink it all. Ounce after sporty ounce. Lots of drugs from Health Services later, and I'm stoned to go. Oh, and still coughing. So stay back!
Off to poetry class now, to be more apprehensive about things I can only control to an extent that will occur years from the present date.
Tonight it's writing a paper for COM100 on Ladder 49, which I conveniently swiped from Jon earlier this week. Tomorrow he gets the new truck, so we'll be cleaning that up for him to take home and maybe going out somewhere later in the evening. Planning classes for 3 semesters and working on poetry for my portfolio will take place on Saturday, then hanging out with the Captain again on Sunday when he gets back from saving Springfield. Next week *shouldn't* be too bad, but then again this week was supposed to be bad and went from that to incredibly horribly worse.
Yeah, I got a cold. And vertigo, apparently. And now I have a sinus infection. I got oxygen from the EMTs and I have the rubber tube to prove it as a souvenir. Jon lovingly let me hang on to that *grin* not really. And he took care of me for a couple of days while I got back on my feet. I've never seen so much goddamn Gatorade. And I was required to drink it all. Ounce after sporty ounce. Lots of drugs from Health Services later, and I'm stoned to go. Oh, and still coughing. So stay back!
Off to poetry class now, to be more apprehensive about things I can only control to an extent that will occur years from the present date.