First day of school
I remember the time when I was actually glad school started. I was so bored during my vacations that I wanted the semester to start to see my friends again and bitch and moan about my new classes. Today is my first day of class even though the semester started yesterday (or last Saturday.) I have butterflies in my stomach, but not the good kind.
I remember how I felt last semester. I felt nauseous half of the time during one of the courses, and I didn't know what was going on in another one. I don't want to feel like this again. I feel....incompetent. I'm a graduate student, and all I do in class is nod and take notes. I miss the days when I actually had an insightful comment. I understand that last semester was my first semester as a grad student, but still, it felt horrible. Now I'm even more nervous because I won't have an excuse to cover for my incompetence. This will be my second semester as a grad student. I already know (well, supposed to know) how things work. I hope I don't make an ass of myself again.
Today I'm meeting my friends around 12:00pm. That always put me in a better mood. My class starts at 4:30, so I'll be hanging around with most of them till that time. I guess today isn't going to be so bad. Today I'm going to take Studies in Film with my favorite professor. I've taken American Literature and Film and Literature with her, so I know I'm going to enjoy this class as much as I enjoyed the others. She is very energetic and passionate about film. She inspires me to be a better student.
I want to do better this semester. I know I can do better. I'll stop playing around and I'll put my mind into it. No more messing around. This semester I mean business.
I remember how I felt last semester. I felt nauseous half of the time during one of the courses, and I didn't know what was going on in another one. I don't want to feel like this again. I feel....incompetent. I'm a graduate student, and all I do in class is nod and take notes. I miss the days when I actually had an insightful comment. I understand that last semester was my first semester as a grad student, but still, it felt horrible. Now I'm even more nervous because I won't have an excuse to cover for my incompetence. This will be my second semester as a grad student. I already know (well, supposed to know) how things work. I hope I don't make an ass of myself again.
Today I'm meeting my friends around 12:00pm. That always put me in a better mood. My class starts at 4:30, so I'll be hanging around with most of them till that time. I guess today isn't going to be so bad. Today I'm going to take Studies in Film with my favorite professor. I've taken American Literature and Film and Literature with her, so I know I'm going to enjoy this class as much as I enjoyed the others. She is very energetic and passionate about film. She inspires me to be a better student.
I want to do better this semester. I know I can do better. I'll stop playing around and I'll put my mind into it. No more messing around. This semester I mean business.