I can’t believe that this semester is almost over, and it’s time to register for Spring classes. I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided to become a student, but I wish I could take it back RIGHT NOW!
It’s not that I don’t LOVE going to school because I do. I thrive on the learning new stuff, and getting A’s. I mean I’m obsessive with who got what on a test, or a paper, and yes I am in competition with EVERYONE in my class, even if they aren’t aware of it. That’s how competitive I am. It’s also my motto to not half-ass anything while I’m at it.
I am kind of actually excited about the classes that I have decided to take. I will have two repeat professors. One who I loved, and I think overall thought I was a smart cookie. One that couldn’t stand me, even loathed me, but at the same time he taught me math and I got an A. I can put up with his Yankee ass if it means that I get an A and learn something. It also helps that I kind of like that he’s the first professor I have had to date that openly detests me.
I am bummed that my school girl crush has already taken one of the classes I’m looking at, because it’s always more fun when we are in class together. I could risk the fact that the professor I like is going to teach Creative Writing again and take his American Lit class which is also taught by the same professor. They are both Saturday classes, and well I think it would be a little stalkerish to take both of his classes which brings up another topic; Saturday class.
I am giving up Friday nights once again to take a Saturday class. It is totally the plight of a working student. Since starting school I have missed more happy hours than I care to count, and it’s not the alcohol I miss, but there is much networking done on Friday afternoons at the local wine bar, or Blue Mesa and I miss out on all of it.
I keep telling myself that one day my 10 year plan is going to pay off dividends; either that or I’m getting a suggardaddy.com profile before I’m too old to be considered.
