she's a maniac, maniac, on the floor
Only two days left of classes for me, today, and tomorrow. I nervous and excited. I have been waiting all semester long for this week to come. Just to get it all over and done with. As my second latte and croissant fuel my early morning escapades, I tend to wonder if maybe this was all meant to happen this way. All the stress all the madness, to suddenly feel so calm in the last few days. Christmas shopping is done, research for final paper has begun, and everyone is just happy. There is the minor detail that I'm starting to get sick which kinda sucks, and that the bills are piling up. But I still have two more weeks of work and hopefully a few newspaper checks coming my way.
The only thing I regret is not being a better editor this year. As one of the old school reps, I should know better than to skip out on editor meetings and production. I did it a lot this semester, not as much as I did last year, I'm getting better. But next semester I want to be really great. I want to come into the office on saturdays (assuming I'm not working the bar later) and start copy editing then. I want column to be spectacular! And for next year I really want to be managing editor, and maybe advertising manager... depending on how many fucking classes I have to take... ick.
Speaking of which, next semester's classes are locked into place. I'm taking Photo Journalism, Expository Writing, Info Lit (req), and 19th Century Novel. I'm stilling waiting for a spot in Intro to Journalism, I need to start and finish this damned minor in 3 semesters ahh!!! Not to mention that after next semester I will still have 3 Gen Ed Reqs to fill, 1 French class, 2 English Classes, and a boat load of credits, just because... I'm too efficient... I just need them to graduate.
Decided not to sign a lease with Lynn and Mris for next year... this week. I don't know what I want to start moving first next week how am I supposed to know what I want for August? I'll probably wind up living with Orly. Me and the Hebrew Hindi... rock out!! I'm bummed none of my friends from home, or even my sister grrrr! could see my apartment this year. It is the cutest thing ever! Next semester I'm living underground in a boat house... don't ask... I'll upload pictures once I move in.
Well I should go study for part one of my British Poetry Final... since it is later today. W00T W00T!!
The only thing I regret is not being a better editor this year. As one of the old school reps, I should know better than to skip out on editor meetings and production. I did it a lot this semester, not as much as I did last year, I'm getting better. But next semester I want to be really great. I want to come into the office on saturdays (assuming I'm not working the bar later) and start copy editing then. I want column to be spectacular! And for next year I really want to be managing editor, and maybe advertising manager... depending on how many fucking classes I have to take... ick.
Speaking of which, next semester's classes are locked into place. I'm taking Photo Journalism, Expository Writing, Info Lit (req), and 19th Century Novel. I'm stilling waiting for a spot in Intro to Journalism, I need to start and finish this damned minor in 3 semesters ahh!!! Not to mention that after next semester I will still have 3 Gen Ed Reqs to fill, 1 French class, 2 English Classes, and a boat load of credits, just because... I'm too efficient... I just need them to graduate.
Decided not to sign a lease with Lynn and Mris for next year... this week. I don't know what I want to start moving first next week how am I supposed to know what I want for August? I'll probably wind up living with Orly. Me and the Hebrew Hindi... rock out!! I'm bummed none of my friends from home, or even my sister grrrr! could see my apartment this year. It is the cutest thing ever! Next semester I'm living underground in a boat house... don't ask... I'll upload pictures once I move in.
Well I should go study for part one of my British Poetry Final... since it is later today. W00T W00T!!