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I feel so unreal when I'm in classes, or doing most things related to classes for that matter, anymore. Which is kind of sad... even if I never particularly enjoyed classes, at least I was fascinated by a lot of the stuff I could learn. Blah. At the moment, the only class of mine I'm really fascinated by is Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is a total of an hour a week. Out of my sixteen hours of classes. Yeh.
It's at the same time that I'm realizing that I just love doing stuff that feels "real," though. I'm helping organize this huge bake-a-thon and party [for my house's Beltane/"May Day" celebration], and it's like... I'm doing something, not just filling in the blanks on some assignment that the answers are predetermined for. And working with people, and ... somethingsomething. I don't know how to describe it.
Heh. :P
It's at the same time that I'm realizing that I just love doing stuff that feels "real," though. I'm helping organize this huge bake-a-thon and party [for my house's Beltane/"May Day" celebration], and it's like... I'm doing something, not just filling in the blanks on some assignment that the answers are predetermined for. And working with people, and ... somethingsomething. I don't know how to describe it.
Heh. :P