The first exams are always the worst. Masochist that I am, I have all new professors this semester. My English prof came recommended as “difficult, but you’ll learn a lot”. That may have been true for the person who gave me the recommendation, but it’s pretty much a cakewalk for me. (Well, except for my HATE for assigned writing.)
It’s time I admitted it as well: switching my schedule to MWF was a bad idea. There’s not enough time during the week to get things DONE. I spend most of the time TTh catching up on laundry/grocery shopping/working and studying at home has become a running joke. The boys have most decidedly noticed my absence, and are objecting with clamors for attention the minute I walk in the door. And even though they’re doing this, I’m still signing up for two classes this summer – one each session. They’re both evening classes, which should be amusing. Think I’ll be able to keep my eyes open?
The impromptu meeting with my advisor over which Spanish class I should take this summer turned into a suggestion to email the head of one of the departments and discuss what, precisely, I can do with my degree. Once I declare a major, that is…
That’s all the news that’s fit to print for the moment. I have to eat & get outta here.
TA!