I have only two weeks left of my junior year at WKU, and I'm both excited and sad. I really have loved being at Western, and the end of junior year means that senior year starts in August. And one year from now, I'll have two weeks left of college. (At least my undergraduate.) That scares me. A lot. But I'll get past that, I'm sure.
On to the rambling:
Adam and I are no longer together. I was tired of never being good enough, and I finally grew a pair big enough to be able to cut the ties. The way he made me feel was probably the reason I stayed with him for so long. He always made me feel as if no one else could possibly love me for me. He would seriously tell me this all the time: "You know that if it were based on looks alone, we wouldn't be dating." How the hell is that supposed to make someone feel?! Why didn't I leave him a year ago? I don't know the answer, but I'm a happier person now. Especially now that I feel as if I have some worth.
I've been known to be a self-destructive person, but I thought I was over that. That relationship and the fact that I stayed for so long apparently proved that I was not past that self-destructive "phase." I really hope that I can find someone who will actually love me for the person I am; not the person he wants me to be and not the person I will never be. I don't want to have to change everything for someone. I want to feel beautiful and I want to be told that I'm beautiful. I want to love and to be loved in return. I put everything I had into that relationship; I did whatever he wanted, and I never felt that returned. It was wasted love on my part. I must have wanted my heart crushed and that's just what I got. Looking back, I keep trying to find the reason why I stayed with him, and, at first, it was love, but then that faded and it was the comfort of being with someone that I think kept me from breaking up with him earlier.
Earlier, I found a very fitting quote: “To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.” –Goethe
I want to be in the exception. I want to love someone for who they are, too. I want to provide someone with the happiness and satisfaction of being loved.
*sigh* I should end here. Before I ramble too much.
Until next time...
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Blurry vision
Right now, everything is really blurry to me. I have been reading Thoreau's "Walden" (with a few 15 minute breaks) since about 8:30 this evening. I stopped reading right around 11 when my eyes were starting to sting from trying to read through the blurriness. I still have 10 pages or so left to read, but I can't force myself to do it.
Anyway. Spring break is next week and I'm . . . well, I'm not excited about going somewhere because I'm staying home, but I am excited about a week without classes. I will still be doing school work and other such things during my break, so I'm not sure how much of a "break" it will truly be. This one of the last two spring breaks I'm going to have. Forever. Agh! I should probably try to celebrate accordingly, but I don't have the funds and neither does anyone with whom I'd like to travel. (Yes, I said "with whom." Deal.) Next year, Hanna and I are going to try to go to Chicago or something, but sometimes we don't always follow through on our plans. Adam and I were planning on going to Gatlinburg this spring break, but that definitely fell through. Especially after he bought his TV and we both got hours cut at work. It would have been fun.
Tomorrow (Thursday), I have to write a paper about a topic in my major for my Research in Ad + PR class. I chose to do something with event planning, and since I want to know more about wedding planning as a career, that is the topic I chose. So I have to write a paper explaining wedding planning, the audience I would be trying to reach and why anyone should care about it. Lovely fun. At least I have to work for three hours tomorrow, so I should get it done then. And then I don't have class on Friday, so I'll get up later than usual and get the last of my stuff together and drive on up to Louisville. Yay for breaks!
Until next time...
Anyway. Spring break is next week and I'm . . . well, I'm not excited about going somewhere because I'm staying home, but I am excited about a week without classes. I will still be doing school work and other such things during my break, so I'm not sure how much of a "break" it will truly be. This one of the last two spring breaks I'm going to have. Forever. Agh! I should probably try to celebrate accordingly, but I don't have the funds and neither does anyone with whom I'd like to travel. (Yes, I said "with whom." Deal.) Next year, Hanna and I are going to try to go to Chicago or something, but sometimes we don't always follow through on our plans. Adam and I were planning on going to Gatlinburg this spring break, but that definitely fell through. Especially after he bought his TV and we both got hours cut at work. It would have been fun.
Tomorrow (Thursday), I have to write a paper about a topic in my major for my Research in Ad + PR class. I chose to do something with event planning, and since I want to know more about wedding planning as a career, that is the topic I chose. So I have to write a paper explaining wedding planning, the audience I would be trying to reach and why anyone should care about it. Lovely fun. At least I have to work for three hours tomorrow, so I should get it done then. And then I don't have class on Friday, so I'll get up later than usual and get the last of my stuff together and drive on up to Louisville. Yay for breaks!
Until next time...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Coming to terms with it...
Back in December, I had to have surgery to remove the extra bone that I had. The area all around the incision has been really numb and painful all at the same time. It's weird because I think it's the skin that's numb and everything underneath the skin is painful.
I was (foolishly, mind you) hoping that the numb feeling would eventually go away. That basically means the nerves would have to find a way to repair themselves, which is impossible. So I'm coming to terms with the fact that I will always be without feeling in that area. I have a big scar and it hurts, and I can't feel anything on my skin, and when it itches I can't do anything about it. I hate it! There's a knot, too. It's under the scar, and I don't know what it is. I'm so tired of having to deal with issues related to me being a freak of nature. I almost wish I hadn't had the surgery, but I had to have it done because the complications of leaving the bone there were far too risky.
Damn it. I know I shouldn't be whining about a numb feeling I have. There are people who have it far worse than I do, but I would like to be able to feel something touch my skin there. I would like to feel something other than pain when I touch that area. I don't like my scar either, but I act like it doesn't bother me by wearing all types of shirts that don't cover it. I hate it. People stare at it, and I know they're wondering why I have a giant scar at the base of my neck. Nothing I wear is going to make it better. If anything, it'll just accentuate the damned scar. It's about three inches long and it's pink/red. I would love to imagine that it's actually going away, but I only put the Mederma stuff on it once a day (it says to apply three times a day) and that's because I really can't stand to touch the area that much.
Agh! I hate this. I'm actually crying over it. I will forever have that imperfection. Not that I was perfect at all before, but nerve damage is so...permanent. No procedure or exercise routine can fix that.
I should end this here. I just had to let some of that out.
-Rachel
I was (foolishly, mind you) hoping that the numb feeling would eventually go away. That basically means the nerves would have to find a way to repair themselves, which is impossible. So I'm coming to terms with the fact that I will always be without feeling in that area. I have a big scar and it hurts, and I can't feel anything on my skin, and when it itches I can't do anything about it. I hate it! There's a knot, too. It's under the scar, and I don't know what it is. I'm so tired of having to deal with issues related to me being a freak of nature. I almost wish I hadn't had the surgery, but I had to have it done because the complications of leaving the bone there were far too risky.
Damn it. I know I shouldn't be whining about a numb feeling I have. There are people who have it far worse than I do, but I would like to be able to feel something touch my skin there. I would like to feel something other than pain when I touch that area. I don't like my scar either, but I act like it doesn't bother me by wearing all types of shirts that don't cover it. I hate it. People stare at it, and I know they're wondering why I have a giant scar at the base of my neck. Nothing I wear is going to make it better. If anything, it'll just accentuate the damned scar. It's about three inches long and it's pink/red. I would love to imagine that it's actually going away, but I only put the Mederma stuff on it once a day (it says to apply three times a day) and that's because I really can't stand to touch the area that much.
Agh! I hate this. I'm actually crying over it. I will forever have that imperfection. Not that I was perfect at all before, but nerve damage is so...permanent. No procedure or exercise routine can fix that.
I should end this here. I just had to let some of that out.
-Rachel
Monday, December 15, 2008
Call now before supplies run out
Why is it that there are now commemorative coins featuring "life-like portraits" of Barack Obama on the face? Yes, I understand that the election was a big deal and that we made history, but do we need coins to tell us that? 50 years down the road, am I going to be telling my grandchildren the story behind that dusty, yet colorful coin that sits on my bookshelf? No, I'll tell them that I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when it was announced that Barack Obama won the election. I was with my boyfriend, sitting on his bed and we were watching The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Seriously, I was. I am pretty sure that I will always remember that.
Anyway, I just think that it is pretty ridiculous that we have people making money from all this. Who the hell decided to make those coins? And why, if they were going to be anything like coins, would they be in color? I think the fact that these coins are so tacky makes it that much worse. Why can't we just have his face sketched on there? Coins aren't supposed to be colorful. Not in my opinion anyway.
Oh, I digress.
I'm waiting for my grades to be posted online. Professors have to have them in by noon on Tuesday. Two grades are posted already; choir and nutrition, which I got As in. Go me. I'm just waiting for marketing to confirm the B, and International Public Relations, my PR internship and Creative Writing, which I'm pretty sure will all be As. I'm hoping those grades will be posted tomorrow. We shall wait and see.
I need to go to bed.
Until next time...(g'night)
Anyway, I just think that it is pretty ridiculous that we have people making money from all this. Who the hell decided to make those coins? And why, if they were going to be anything like coins, would they be in color? I think the fact that these coins are so tacky makes it that much worse. Why can't we just have his face sketched on there? Coins aren't supposed to be colorful. Not in my opinion anyway.
Oh, I digress.
I'm waiting for my grades to be posted online. Professors have to have them in by noon on Tuesday. Two grades are posted already; choir and nutrition, which I got As in. Go me. I'm just waiting for marketing to confirm the B, and International Public Relations, my PR internship and Creative Writing, which I'm pretty sure will all be As. I'm hoping those grades will be posted tomorrow. We shall wait and see.
I need to go to bed.
Until next time...(g'night)
Friday, December 12, 2008
It's the end of the fall semester
I'm sitting around in the computer lab in Mass Media at school. I probably could have left at least an hour ago, but I want to wait to say good-bye to my boyfriend. That, and I'm really hungry. I have everything packed in my car and ready to go, so I'm just waiting around for him to get done with his final. Yippee.
Sadly, I won't have a 4.0 this semester because of a B in Marketing, but I can't say that I didn't try. Right? Right. Anyway...
I just got a call and I'm going to eat now. I may update this entry later.
Until next time...
Sadly, I won't have a 4.0 this semester because of a B in Marketing, but I can't say that I didn't try. Right? Right. Anyway...
I just got a call and I'm going to eat now. I may update this entry later.
Until next time...
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I can now organize my toiletries...
It's Christmas time, and since finals are this coming week, my boyfriend and I exchanged gifts last night. I bought him just what he wanted; Need for Speed: Undercover. What did he buy me? A nice, fluffy blanket that came with cozy socks. Oh, and a travel toiletry organizer so I can organize all my makeup and stuff. Wow. I mean, I know I'm hard to shop for, but that's something you don't give your girlfriend, unless, of course, she will be going on a trip sometime soon. I, however, will not be going any further than Louisville, Ky. anytime soon. He just wants me to get my stuff off his couch/bed in his place. He told me that it's so that I can be organized, and I can just carry that whole thing back and forth between his place and mine, but I was fine using a regular ol' plastic shopping bag.
It wouldn't be such a let down if his past gifts hadn't been so great. Let's go back in time to visit gifts past:
First Christmas (2006): A hematite necklace and earrings set. Along with a beautiful silver bracelet.
Second Christmas (2007): A sapphire necklace, which I love.
For my birthday/Valentine's Day in 2007: Tickets to the Justin Timberlake/Pink concert in Nashville. I loved it! Also, a cute little stuffed puppy.
I can't remember what, if anything, I got for my birthday/Valentine's Day this past year, but we were taking one of those stupid "breaks" and I had the flu around that time. I think he got me something for my birthday, but I don't really remember because I erase the moments when we were "taking a break" from my memory. Anyway...
The point here is that his past records in gift-giving have been really good. This year, so far, has been below par. He says he was going to get me "something sexy" today, but he called earlier and said he didn't feel like going to fight the mall crowd and decided to turn his car around (he was already out) and go back to his room to play his video games. Games that I bought him for his birthday and for Christmas! His birthday was in October, not that long ago, and I always get him exactly what he wants. When he asked what I wanted, I told him that his past records have been very good and that he should probably stay along those lines. Whatever. He said he's going to get me something when he goes home and he'll bring it to me when he goes to Louisville. (That's if he gets the chance to go to Louisville...he has a job and internship stuff that he's going to be doing during the break.)
Ah...anyway...I digress. I just had to rant a little about that. I know it's selfish to think about gifts that way, but what he got me is something that you get a friend or someone you barely know. It seemed like an insult to me...it was like he was saying "Get your shit organized because I'm tired of it all being all over my place." Ugh. I'll stop here.
Until next time...
It wouldn't be such a let down if his past gifts hadn't been so great. Let's go back in time to visit gifts past:
First Christmas (2006): A hematite necklace and earrings set. Along with a beautiful silver bracelet.
Second Christmas (2007): A sapphire necklace, which I love.
For my birthday/Valentine's Day in 2007: Tickets to the Justin Timberlake/Pink concert in Nashville. I loved it! Also, a cute little stuffed puppy.
I can't remember what, if anything, I got for my birthday/Valentine's Day this past year, but we were taking one of those stupid "breaks" and I had the flu around that time. I think he got me something for my birthday, but I don't really remember because I erase the moments when we were "taking a break" from my memory. Anyway...
The point here is that his past records in gift-giving have been really good. This year, so far, has been below par. He says he was going to get me "something sexy" today, but he called earlier and said he didn't feel like going to fight the mall crowd and decided to turn his car around (he was already out) and go back to his room to play his video games. Games that I bought him for his birthday and for Christmas! His birthday was in October, not that long ago, and I always get him exactly what he wants. When he asked what I wanted, I told him that his past records have been very good and that he should probably stay along those lines. Whatever. He said he's going to get me something when he goes home and he'll bring it to me when he goes to Louisville. (That's if he gets the chance to go to Louisville...he has a job and internship stuff that he's going to be doing during the break.)
Ah...anyway...I digress. I just had to rant a little about that. I know it's selfish to think about gifts that way, but what he got me is something that you get a friend or someone you barely know. It seemed like an insult to me...it was like he was saying "Get your shit organized because I'm tired of it all being all over my place." Ugh. I'll stop here.
Until next time...
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Surgeries and the sort
I went to the doctor today about my cervical rib a.k.a. "spare rib." I'm officially having surgery on Monday, December 15.
This is something that occurs in about 1 in 200 people. I need to have it removed because it can cause significant nerve damage and/or problems with my blood vessels. These problems could range from thrombosis (blood clot) to an aneurysm (dilation of the blood vessel). Needless to say, it needs to be taken care of now rather than later. The longer I wait, the greater the chance that this will cause bigger problems somewhere down the line.
I'm nervous, though. I've never had a major surgery done before. Then again, most people in their 20s haven't had any surgeries (other than wisdom teeth extractions), so I guess I'm in the majority there. I'm pretty sure it will go well, but I always worry about that which I cannot control.
After the doctor's appointment today -- which had the quickest in-and-out time of all my visits -- my mom and my grandma and I went to Cracker Barrel for lunch. I was talking about something at one time, and my mom looked at me and said, "You're rambling, are you nervous?" I just grinned and said, "Nooo...maybe." Obviously my nervousness shows. I just hope I don't start freaking out too much over the next two weeks. I have one more week of classes and then finals. I really want to get all As this semester, and I'm sure that worrying will distract me from that if I let it. That means that I can't let it get to me enough to distract me, which, with me, is easier said than done.
Just thinking about it makes me hurt. Of course, I'm mental that way. That also makes me worry about the scar. I have a scar on my right hand from a cyst that I had removed when I was maybe eight years old, and I can hardly stand to touch that part of my hand. I hope that I won't be that weird with this scar. If I am, I don't see how I'll be able to wear shirts or seat belts or necklaces. Right now, I just can't stand to have people touch the area where the bone protrudes because it feels really odd. I can't describe it really, but I know that it feels strange, almost tingly.
Anyway, I think I'm rambling again because of my nerves. Have a happy Thanksgiving!
Until next time...
This is something that occurs in about 1 in 200 people. I need to have it removed because it can cause significant nerve damage and/or problems with my blood vessels. These problems could range from thrombosis (blood clot) to an aneurysm (dilation of the blood vessel). Needless to say, it needs to be taken care of now rather than later. The longer I wait, the greater the chance that this will cause bigger problems somewhere down the line.
I'm nervous, though. I've never had a major surgery done before. Then again, most people in their 20s haven't had any surgeries (other than wisdom teeth extractions), so I guess I'm in the majority there. I'm pretty sure it will go well, but I always worry about that which I cannot control.
After the doctor's appointment today -- which had the quickest in-and-out time of all my visits -- my mom and my grandma and I went to Cracker Barrel for lunch. I was talking about something at one time, and my mom looked at me and said, "You're rambling, are you nervous?" I just grinned and said, "Nooo...maybe." Obviously my nervousness shows. I just hope I don't start freaking out too much over the next two weeks. I have one more week of classes and then finals. I really want to get all As this semester, and I'm sure that worrying will distract me from that if I let it. That means that I can't let it get to me enough to distract me, which, with me, is easier said than done.
Just thinking about it makes me hurt. Of course, I'm mental that way. That also makes me worry about the scar. I have a scar on my right hand from a cyst that I had removed when I was maybe eight years old, and I can hardly stand to touch that part of my hand. I hope that I won't be that weird with this scar. If I am, I don't see how I'll be able to wear shirts or seat belts or necklaces. Right now, I just can't stand to have people touch the area where the bone protrudes because it feels really odd. I can't describe it really, but I know that it feels strange, almost tingly.
Anyway, I think I'm rambling again because of my nerves. Have a happy Thanksgiving!
Until next time...
Thursday, November 20, 2008
November means December is next
I've come to realize that I'm probably the only person in the world -- or at least on this campus -- who is not welcoming the coming holiday season with open arms. I mean, finals are just a downer. But I do have other, bigger concerns. I wrote down most of what I wanted to say, but I think I'll add stuff here and there. I'll warn you now, though, this is probably going to be a long post.
Even though I'd like to be free from school for a few weeks, I really don't want December to be here. There are two reasons why this is. 1) I'm going to have surgery in December. A lovely bone extraction. For some reason, I got an extra bone when the genes split, and it's causing nerve and blood vessel problems, and could lead to more serious conditions, so I have to have it removed. It should be exciting lying in bed all day staring at the freshly painted walls in my room. Anyway...
2) December means I have only one semester left to spend with Adam. And while I know that May has to have its shinning moment like every other month, I'd rather stay here in November. It depresses me more than anything. I love him and I want to be able to spend more time with him than what we have left in this school year. Perhaps it's selfish, but I don't know what things will be like without him around all the time. I see him every day -- actually, I practically live with him -- and I'm afraid of having to do without that. Things are so good with us right now and I just want it to last as long as possible.
Yes, the time apart will probably be good for the both of us, but why now? Today he was talking to me and I called him crazy and he responded with, "Crazy about you." It made me really happy. Kind of indescribably happy.
I wish we were older and didn't have to spend at least one year apart because of school. Either that, or I wish I were graduating with him.
I want him to miss me, though. I want him to take all that time apart and realize what I mean to him. I know I love him. I know he loves me. I want to keep that going strong.
I don't even know how he feels about the coming separation, though. He talks about it with such ease to everyone else, but I wonder if that is masking something that he isn't telling. Should I ask him about it? I think if I did, it may dampen the good vibes we've had.
I really wish he'd give me what I want: a confession of his love and a promise that it won't end. Somehow I doubt I'll ever get that from him. But I can keep dreaming.
And maybe I am being a bit melodramatic, but I can't help it. I get into that hopeless romantic mood whenever I write about it. Hell, I do that even when I'm just thinking about it. I thrive on that wishful thinking.
Anyway, I'm sure I've probably bored any readers to tears by now, so I'll end this little post.
Until next time...
Even though I'd like to be free from school for a few weeks, I really don't want December to be here. There are two reasons why this is. 1) I'm going to have surgery in December. A lovely bone extraction. For some reason, I got an extra bone when the genes split, and it's causing nerve and blood vessel problems, and could lead to more serious conditions, so I have to have it removed. It should be exciting lying in bed all day staring at the freshly painted walls in my room. Anyway...
2) December means I have only one semester left to spend with Adam. And while I know that May has to have its shinning moment like every other month, I'd rather stay here in November. It depresses me more than anything. I love him and I want to be able to spend more time with him than what we have left in this school year. Perhaps it's selfish, but I don't know what things will be like without him around all the time. I see him every day -- actually, I practically live with him -- and I'm afraid of having to do without that. Things are so good with us right now and I just want it to last as long as possible.
Yes, the time apart will probably be good for the both of us, but why now? Today he was talking to me and I called him crazy and he responded with, "Crazy about you." It made me really happy. Kind of indescribably happy.
I wish we were older and didn't have to spend at least one year apart because of school. Either that, or I wish I were graduating with him.
I want him to miss me, though. I want him to take all that time apart and realize what I mean to him. I know I love him. I know he loves me. I want to keep that going strong.
I don't even know how he feels about the coming separation, though. He talks about it with such ease to everyone else, but I wonder if that is masking something that he isn't telling. Should I ask him about it? I think if I did, it may dampen the good vibes we've had.
I really wish he'd give me what I want: a confession of his love and a promise that it won't end. Somehow I doubt I'll ever get that from him. But I can keep dreaming.
And maybe I am being a bit melodramatic, but I can't help it. I get into that hopeless romantic mood whenever I write about it. Hell, I do that even when I'm just thinking about it. I thrive on that wishful thinking.
Anyway, I'm sure I've probably bored any readers to tears by now, so I'll end this little post.
Until next time...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Slipping
I don't know why, but the past few days, maybe weeks, I've been feeling kind of depressed. I have nothing to be depressed about, really; I'm doing well in school, I have my friends, I have a boyfriend and my awesome family. I don't know why, but I've been feeling tired, and really rather irritable. Granted, last week was "the week" for all that moodiness and whatnot, but that is generally gone by now.
Seriously, everything is bugging the shit out of me right now. There are many moments throughout the day where I just want to punch people because of some tiny thing that has pissed me off. I have surprised myself recently with the rage I feel.
I have argued more with my boyfriend and I have just flat out told him "no" on some things, but that still doesn't work for some reason. I would like for him to do things that I want to do, for once. Yes, we go out to eat when I want to, but everything else is what he wants to do and when he wants to do it. He bought this big ass TV, and I got him a video game for his birthday, and the first thing he does when he gets the TV in his room is invite his friend over and they play for hours. I wanted some attention; just a little attention, but he only wanted to play his game and go to sleep. Is it too much to ask for just a wee bit of attention? I barely walked in the door and his friend was over and they were playing that stupid game. If I'd known his friend was going to be there, I would not have gone over there until he'd left. Blah.
Anyway...I think I've done enough complaining on here. It helps to let some things out.
Until next time...
Seriously, everything is bugging the shit out of me right now. There are many moments throughout the day where I just want to punch people because of some tiny thing that has pissed me off. I have surprised myself recently with the rage I feel.
I have argued more with my boyfriend and I have just flat out told him "no" on some things, but that still doesn't work for some reason. I would like for him to do things that I want to do, for once. Yes, we go out to eat when I want to, but everything else is what he wants to do and when he wants to do it. He bought this big ass TV, and I got him a video game for his birthday, and the first thing he does when he gets the TV in his room is invite his friend over and they play for hours. I wanted some attention; just a little attention, but he only wanted to play his game and go to sleep. Is it too much to ask for just a wee bit of attention? I barely walked in the door and his friend was over and they were playing that stupid game. If I'd known his friend was going to be there, I would not have gone over there until he'd left. Blah.
Anyway...I think I've done enough complaining on here. It helps to let some things out.
Until next time...
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Spring 2009 Class Schedule
I already posted this as a note on Facebook, but here it is again:
Okay, I had a schedule already planned out and I thought it would all work out because I'm the first of the juniors to register. I even got up at 5am to register. Only seniors have been able to register for the spring so far. All of them must have to take SPAN 102, and all of them must hate Jamie Eller as much as I do, because her classes are the only classes left open. Damn. I guess I'll just wait another semester to take that Spanish class again. I am NOT taking Jamie Eller's class again. I hated it. And I failed it. Blegh!
Anyway...this is how my schedule ended up looking:
MWF 9:10-10:05am: JOUR 300 (Research in Ad & PR) MMTH 236
MW 12:40-1:35pm: MUS 340 (Women's Chorus) FAC 181
MW 1:50-3:10pm: MGT 305 (Critical Thinking in Mgt) GH 238
TR 9:35-10:55am: ENG 304 (English Language) CH 103
TR 11:10a-12:30pm: ENG 306 (Business Writing) CH 126
TR 12:45-2:05pm: ENG 391 (Survey of American Lit I) CH 001
Anyone else like how smart I am to stay in Cherry Hall all day on TR? It's amazing, I know. I'm still done at 10am on Fridays. I think I like this schedule. I just have to be able to get up that early every morning, which really shouldn't be a big problem since I already get up to be in Diddle at 8:30am most days right now. Yay! I'm done with registration.
Alright. I'm done here.
Until next time...
Okay, I had a schedule already planned out and I thought it would all work out because I'm the first of the juniors to register. I even got up at 5am to register. Only seniors have been able to register for the spring so far. All of them must have to take SPAN 102, and all of them must hate Jamie Eller as much as I do, because her classes are the only classes left open. Damn. I guess I'll just wait another semester to take that Spanish class again. I am NOT taking Jamie Eller's class again. I hated it. And I failed it. Blegh!
Anyway...this is how my schedule ended up looking:
MWF 9:10-10:05am: JOUR 300 (Research in Ad & PR) MMTH 236
MW 12:40-1:35pm: MUS 340 (Women's Chorus) FAC 181
MW 1:50-3:10pm: MGT 305 (Critical Thinking in Mgt) GH 238
TR 9:35-10:55am: ENG 304 (English Language) CH 103
TR 11:10a-12:30pm: ENG 306 (Business Writing) CH 126
TR 12:45-2:05pm: ENG 391 (Survey of American Lit I) CH 001
Anyone else like how smart I am to stay in Cherry Hall all day on TR? It's amazing, I know. I'm still done at 10am on Fridays. I think I like this schedule. I just have to be able to get up that early every morning, which really shouldn't be a big problem since I already get up to be in Diddle at 8:30am most days right now. Yay! I'm done with registration.
Alright. I'm done here.
Until next time...
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