This was not what I expected
By the second day of the quarter I knew my class schedule for Spring and was actually excited about it, not that shitty initial excitement that wears off after a week, but what feels like a long-term excitement about stuff that seems really interesting, despite the fact that there are quite a few not so cool things about the schedule itself, like how I have a random two hour break on Tuesdays and Thursdays and a slightly less random one hour break on Mondays and Wednesdays, and that Tuesdays and Thursdays include class at 9 (sleep, my love, I miss you so) and walking to the farthest corner of the main quad and back (twice).
I hope this quarter can salvage whatever hope there might be for Economics. I guess the fact that two out of my three Econ classes are taught by female professors who are cute, charismatic, enthusiastic (and did I say cute?) doesn't hurt :) My sociology class about the changing American family will probably be pretty good, and I can use it as an opportunity to go back over what seems to be the most opaque period in my life and memory. The fact that I can't really remember that whole thing in middle school disturbs me when I actually try to go back and think about it (which is usually rare, generally). I wish the class was also cross-listed in Psych though, because I would love to learn about how the divorce changed me, my brother, and my sister for life. I was talking to someone about this back home, maybe it was Eric?, about the fact that I got it pretty good, in that by the time it happened, I was already in the stage where I was finding myself and maturing, though at the same time, it was also precisely the time when one feels the most awkward, and those additional problems fights arguments anger hurt didn't really help anything. My brother's childhood on the other hand, was split into two - pre-divorce and post-divorce - and I can't even begin to imagine the damage that does to a seven year old, how quickly he had to grow up because of it. My sister's whole life has been post, which is a shame because she never really got to experience what it's like to have that single unit, have those memories of happiness and togetherness and god I think I'm starting to tear up thinking about. I never realized how much I miss that. Wow talk about emotional suppression.
I'm done for now. Nap time.
I hope this quarter can salvage whatever hope there might be for Economics. I guess the fact that two out of my three Econ classes are taught by female professors who are cute, charismatic, enthusiastic (and did I say cute?) doesn't hurt :) My sociology class about the changing American family will probably be pretty good, and I can use it as an opportunity to go back over what seems to be the most opaque period in my life and memory. The fact that I can't really remember that whole thing in middle school disturbs me when I actually try to go back and think about it (which is usually rare, generally). I wish the class was also cross-listed in Psych though, because I would love to learn about how the divorce changed me, my brother, and my sister for life. I was talking to someone about this back home, maybe it was Eric?, about the fact that I got it pretty good, in that by the time it happened, I was already in the stage where I was finding myself and maturing, though at the same time, it was also precisely the time when one feels the most awkward, and those additional problems fights arguments anger hurt didn't really help anything. My brother's childhood on the other hand, was split into two - pre-divorce and post-divorce - and I can't even begin to imagine the damage that does to a seven year old, how quickly he had to grow up because of it. My sister's whole life has been post, which is a shame because she never really got to experience what it's like to have that single unit, have those memories of happiness and togetherness and god I think I'm starting to tear up thinking about. I never realized how much I miss that. Wow talk about emotional suppression.
I'm done for now. Nap time.