re-claiming my life
Paperwork and laughter don't normally go together. Nobody likes bureaucracy. I, however, have spent a great deal of today openly grinning at it -- this is my kind of necessary evil. This is my kind of game.
It occurs to me that my future could go anywhere at this point. I could change my major to Animal Sciences and not even my parents could stop me from doing so. This is not to say I am going to go crazy or do something wild just because I can... but I could. Not even time could protest it.
I spoke to four different counselors today and am going to back to one sometime this afternoon. I questioned each of these people relentlessly until I made sure of the following things:
1. I can still graduate "right on time" in two years.
2. I can still land multiple internships before my time here is up.
3. I can still devote a quarter to study abroad if I do this.
4. If I choose to extend my stay a quarter longer to take more classes or pace my schedule for a part-time job, I will be able to pay for it provided I keep track of financial aid deadlines.
5. I can achieve a Business Minor with only 5 more classes, one of which I already have neatly scheduled for autumn quarter.
6. I only have three GEC's left: one will be Norse Mythology this autumn, one will be a 597 in winter, and the will be any damn science I please whenever the hell I want to.
I learned so many wonderful things about the Communications college today that it isn't even funny. The internship system is particularly appealling, but we'll wait to laud it until we see if it works.
I charisma'd my way of Stat 135 and worked out a flexible schedule of classes for the rest of my college. I can make it as intense as I ultimately choose to... which pleases me. It's time to balance my life. I won't officially be enrolled in the communications college until next summer... so I may take classes then. It could be interesting. I've never been a student during the summer quarter.
I am excited and full of energy, but I think this high is deceptive. Listening to fast-paced music makes me want to go running, but as soon as it stops and I sit for a while I realize I'm exhausted from all the walking and sleepless hard-core planning I've been doing the past few days. I realize it is nothing compared to what I will do, but I'm still out of shape from three months of shivering in a cubicle, and I'm also just a wee bit out of sorts after the car accident last week. Getting back into excercise -- maybe a long walk to the RPAC, a short run there, and a dip in the pool? -- will probably help me feel healthier again, but I'm not quite ready to push myself yet and my feet are unexpectedly tender. Soon I will get back into the groove. Maybe even this weekend.
I have more to say but I think I will sprawl out with a book for a while. I need to muster energy for the rest of the things I need to do today.
I feel curiously angry right now -- maybe it's a sign that I'm tired?
It occurs to me that my future could go anywhere at this point. I could change my major to Animal Sciences and not even my parents could stop me from doing so. This is not to say I am going to go crazy or do something wild just because I can... but I could. Not even time could protest it.
I spoke to four different counselors today and am going to back to one sometime this afternoon. I questioned each of these people relentlessly until I made sure of the following things:
1. I can still graduate "right on time" in two years.
2. I can still land multiple internships before my time here is up.
3. I can still devote a quarter to study abroad if I do this.
4. If I choose to extend my stay a quarter longer to take more classes or pace my schedule for a part-time job, I will be able to pay for it provided I keep track of financial aid deadlines.
5. I can achieve a Business Minor with only 5 more classes, one of which I already have neatly scheduled for autumn quarter.
6. I only have three GEC's left: one will be Norse Mythology this autumn, one will be a 597 in winter, and the will be any damn science I please whenever the hell I want to.
I learned so many wonderful things about the Communications college today that it isn't even funny. The internship system is particularly appealling, but we'll wait to laud it until we see if it works.
I charisma'd my way of Stat 135 and worked out a flexible schedule of classes for the rest of my college. I can make it as intense as I ultimately choose to... which pleases me. It's time to balance my life. I won't officially be enrolled in the communications college until next summer... so I may take classes then. It could be interesting. I've never been a student during the summer quarter.
I am excited and full of energy, but I think this high is deceptive. Listening to fast-paced music makes me want to go running, but as soon as it stops and I sit for a while I realize I'm exhausted from all the walking and sleepless hard-core planning I've been doing the past few days. I realize it is nothing compared to what I will do, but I'm still out of shape from three months of shivering in a cubicle, and I'm also just a wee bit out of sorts after the car accident last week. Getting back into excercise -- maybe a long walk to the RPAC, a short run there, and a dip in the pool? -- will probably help me feel healthier again, but I'm not quite ready to push myself yet and my feet are unexpectedly tender. Soon I will get back into the groove. Maybe even this weekend.
I have more to say but I think I will sprawl out with a book for a while. I need to muster energy for the rest of the things I need to do today.
I feel curiously angry right now -- maybe it's a sign that I'm tired?