Scary Is Exciting
Although, today has not so far been all that scary.
I made my way out of the house on time with everything I need - likely much more than I need for the first day, actually - and was on campus almost an hour before my first class. Plenty of time for coffee and a quick verification that my financial aid did actually process, both of which were to make me feel better. I had already made a trip to campus to locate all of my classrooms. I may be a nerd, but I am a nerd who is not freaking out five minutes before class because she can't find it. So that particular panic shouldn't be an issue.
I am taking a required course for all English majors this semester, and I can already tell that it's going to annoy the hell out of me. We will be required to turn in our first drafts for every paper. I don't write first drafts. Or, more accurately, I write them in my head. By the time I sit down to start typing, I already pretty much know what it's going to look like. From there I make minor revisions for awkward grammar and typos and the like, but nothing that could seriously be called a second draft. Although I suppose it will be a useful skill to pick up. I probably can't continue doing that when I get to papers much longer than the five or so pagers I've been doing. Still, it will be aggravating. My English professor looks rather like she belongs on a Baltimore stoop with a hot-boxed cigarette hanging from her lips. This is disconcerting.
Next up is Asian Religions, but I've got almost an hour before class starts. I'm hanging in the library charging my computer and checking Teh Intarwebs.
I really was expecting to be more nervous today. I keep waiting for that free fall feeling in my stomach, but it hasn't shown up yet. I even introduced myself to a girl I saw thumbing through a Japanese text book in my English class - an utterly terrifying thing, for those who don't know me that well. I almost didn't, walking past after class, but I turned myself around and made myself do it. I've got to get over my fear of people. Most of them won't bite me, right?
I made my way out of the house on time with everything I need - likely much more than I need for the first day, actually - and was on campus almost an hour before my first class. Plenty of time for coffee and a quick verification that my financial aid did actually process, both of which were to make me feel better. I had already made a trip to campus to locate all of my classrooms. I may be a nerd, but I am a nerd who is not freaking out five minutes before class because she can't find it. So that particular panic shouldn't be an issue.
I am taking a required course for all English majors this semester, and I can already tell that it's going to annoy the hell out of me. We will be required to turn in our first drafts for every paper. I don't write first drafts. Or, more accurately, I write them in my head. By the time I sit down to start typing, I already pretty much know what it's going to look like. From there I make minor revisions for awkward grammar and typos and the like, but nothing that could seriously be called a second draft. Although I suppose it will be a useful skill to pick up. I probably can't continue doing that when I get to papers much longer than the five or so pagers I've been doing. Still, it will be aggravating. My English professor looks rather like she belongs on a Baltimore stoop with a hot-boxed cigarette hanging from her lips. This is disconcerting.
Next up is Asian Religions, but I've got almost an hour before class starts. I'm hanging in the library charging my computer and checking Teh Intarwebs.
I really was expecting to be more nervous today. I keep waiting for that free fall feeling in my stomach, but it hasn't shown up yet. I even introduced myself to a girl I saw thumbing through a Japanese text book in my English class - an utterly terrifying thing, for those who don't know me that well. I almost didn't, walking past after class, but I turned myself around and made myself do it. I've got to get over my fear of people. Most of them won't bite me, right?