...and still I wonder...
today was my first day back at Eastern. an ok day i guess. i didn't know anyone in any of my classes (and i still have one more tomorrow). my Chicano studies class at 9 seems to be alright, although i'm sure Dr. G's ramblings will prove to be distracting. i'm not sure if i'll get into the Speech class at 12 because she only wants 27 people in the class and if the two that were gone today are also gone tomorrow, that leaves two open spots for 4 waitlisted people. and as things always go, the decision on who gets in the class will probably be in alphabetical order and not in the order that the student enrolled in the class (which i was the second person waitlisted). but i guess we shall see. hopefully she will do it based on class standing, and me being a Junior, will be a shoe in... i hope. then it was off to lovely spanish. my teacher is a Argentinian woman who has lived in the US for 20 years. this is actually pretty cool... except she talks way too fast and 90% of the time, its in spanish. i'm sure in time i'll manage to understand her and be able to respond without sounding like an idiot but for now, its scary as hell. i mean, what if i don't pick it up right away? what if i get too far behind because i wasn't practising spanish all summer? i don't know. but i guess we'll see. tomorrow, i have Intro to Special Ed waiting for me. a two hour class which i hear is easy and even makes you feel a little "special" too. so that should me interesting. today was finished with a theatre meeting and an audition for The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail (i love that book/script). so, really, tomorrow holds a lot of unknowns for me.
and still i wonder what is wrong with me. i came home tonight after the audition and was sad to be home alone. i didn't have anyone to tell my day to. and then after talking to first Andrew, and then Liz on the phone, i felt down and even cried a little... for no real apparent reason. i'm better now though. mom just got home, and the 15 minutes prior i managed to preoccupy myself with work. hopefully this will shake off but somehow i doubt it.
and still i wonder what is wrong with me. i came home tonight after the audition and was sad to be home alone. i didn't have anyone to tell my day to. and then after talking to first Andrew, and then Liz on the phone, i felt down and even cried a little... for no real apparent reason. i'm better now though. mom just got home, and the 15 minutes prior i managed to preoccupy myself with work. hopefully this will shake off but somehow i doubt it.