STUFF
Ok, so I should post some kind of something.
Hmm.....well, what to post? Well obviously the semester did not kill me. I'm still here to type this. It wasn't easy, but it's working.
I survived coming off the medication from hell. Never EVER take Effexor. If you have to take an anti-depressant, take something else. It's not necessarily the effects of it while you're on it. It's coming OFF of it that is hell on earth. Combine that with the fact they want to up your other medication that can make you sick if you don't take just the right amount at the right time.
Yeah, I put my foot down on that one. I'm taking the original dosage. No increases. I can't afford to be sick all the time. All that crap and drama this semester bout killed me and my academic career.
On that note though, I must say that my grades turned out A LOT better than I had expected. I actually managed to achieve a 3.0! If that's not a miracle of God, I don't know what is...but yeah, here's what I got.
CHR 300-Intro to Christian Theology: C+
CHR 350-World Religions: C+
CHR 370-History of Christian Theology: C
SOC 101- Intro to Sociology: B+
All my lessons(clarinet, organ) and ensembles(chamber singers, wind ensemble) were A's of course.
The one that really suprised me was 370. I kinda bit the dust on my research paper because of all the crap that was going (not least of which was the fact I had two major projects due in addition to that one) on. Yeah, a 45 on something that's worth 20% of your grade is not good. Even though I had done extremely well on quizzes and participation and reasonable on everything else, I was worried. Hey, I got a C though. I'm not complaining.
Next semester is going to be nuts, but it's got to be better than this last one. And it's my last one.....YAY!!
As far as the future front is concerned.....well, my plans are as such. Graduate. Get married. Go to Charleston. Work and go to grad school. move places.
As far as what I'm actually going to do when I'm actually done with school......well I'm still working on that. I have ideas, I just haven't settled on one yet.
And I wish people would just get off my fucking back. I'm so damn tired of changing my plans to do what others want me to do. tired of putting so much pressure on myself to succeed so that I look right in others eyes.
I'm finally realizing the difference between MY expectations and what *I* want to do. Saying I'm too young to get married? Well fuck you all. I don't think I am. And I don't think there is anything wrong with wanting to stay with one particular person for the rest of your life. That I realize it at a younger age than most people is not a fault. It just happens. And I have a college education. I am an intelligent person. I have skills and am more than capable of learning new ones if necessary. I'm not getting married so someone can take care of me. Those of you that think that can just take that idea and shove it up your ass.
People are asking me why I want to go to school, and what exactly a theology degree will do me. So I'm not entirely sure..... BACK THE FUCK OFF!! Going to school is something I just feel like doing. It's not being required of me. It's not something that, if for one reason or another is not finished, will be taken as a failure. It's not expected of me, so there's no way I can disappoint anyone. And I need something to do. As for theology....well that just goes back to my original point. I want to do it BECAUSE I CAN. I have a couple of really good ideas for it. I also just like to study. Get over it.
Basically, I'm getting ready to live my life and the fact that people that know and like me are questioning it PISSES ME OFF.
I'm going to have a degree. I feel that I've had a good college education and a good college experience. If I decide to do more school, well that's just gravy. It can't possibly hurt me. I have also found the man I want and plan on spending the rest of my life with him. I plan on making a life with him, and sooner rather than later. It's not someone taking care of me, it's sharing and making a life I would have had anyway with someone so special that words can't even describe.
Ok, unintended(but very much needed) vent is over. I'm out....
shees, and people wonder why I'm on medication.....I get wound way too fucking tight....but with all this crap it's no wonder......
Hmm.....well, what to post? Well obviously the semester did not kill me. I'm still here to type this. It wasn't easy, but it's working.
I survived coming off the medication from hell. Never EVER take Effexor. If you have to take an anti-depressant, take something else. It's not necessarily the effects of it while you're on it. It's coming OFF of it that is hell on earth. Combine that with the fact they want to up your other medication that can make you sick if you don't take just the right amount at the right time.
Yeah, I put my foot down on that one. I'm taking the original dosage. No increases. I can't afford to be sick all the time. All that crap and drama this semester bout killed me and my academic career.
On that note though, I must say that my grades turned out A LOT better than I had expected. I actually managed to achieve a 3.0! If that's not a miracle of God, I don't know what is...but yeah, here's what I got.
CHR 300-Intro to Christian Theology: C+
CHR 350-World Religions: C+
CHR 370-History of Christian Theology: C
SOC 101- Intro to Sociology: B+
All my lessons(clarinet, organ) and ensembles(chamber singers, wind ensemble) were A's of course.
The one that really suprised me was 370. I kinda bit the dust on my research paper because of all the crap that was going (not least of which was the fact I had two major projects due in addition to that one) on. Yeah, a 45 on something that's worth 20% of your grade is not good. Even though I had done extremely well on quizzes and participation and reasonable on everything else, I was worried. Hey, I got a C though. I'm not complaining.
Next semester is going to be nuts, but it's got to be better than this last one. And it's my last one.....YAY!!
As far as the future front is concerned.....well, my plans are as such. Graduate. Get married. Go to Charleston. Work and go to grad school. move places.
As far as what I'm actually going to do when I'm actually done with school......well I'm still working on that. I have ideas, I just haven't settled on one yet.
And I wish people would just get off my fucking back. I'm so damn tired of changing my plans to do what others want me to do. tired of putting so much pressure on myself to succeed so that I look right in others eyes.
I'm finally realizing the difference between MY expectations and what *I* want to do. Saying I'm too young to get married? Well fuck you all. I don't think I am. And I don't think there is anything wrong with wanting to stay with one particular person for the rest of your life. That I realize it at a younger age than most people is not a fault. It just happens. And I have a college education. I am an intelligent person. I have skills and am more than capable of learning new ones if necessary. I'm not getting married so someone can take care of me. Those of you that think that can just take that idea and shove it up your ass.
People are asking me why I want to go to school, and what exactly a theology degree will do me. So I'm not entirely sure..... BACK THE FUCK OFF!! Going to school is something I just feel like doing. It's not being required of me. It's not something that, if for one reason or another is not finished, will be taken as a failure. It's not expected of me, so there's no way I can disappoint anyone. And I need something to do. As for theology....well that just goes back to my original point. I want to do it BECAUSE I CAN. I have a couple of really good ideas for it. I also just like to study. Get over it.
Basically, I'm getting ready to live my life and the fact that people that know and like me are questioning it PISSES ME OFF.
I'm going to have a degree. I feel that I've had a good college education and a good college experience. If I decide to do more school, well that's just gravy. It can't possibly hurt me. I have also found the man I want and plan on spending the rest of my life with him. I plan on making a life with him, and sooner rather than later. It's not someone taking care of me, it's sharing and making a life I would have had anyway with someone so special that words can't even describe.
Ok, unintended(but very much needed) vent is over. I'm out....
shees, and people wonder why I'm on medication.....I get wound way too fucking tight....but with all this crap it's no wonder......