Sleepy, but I've got a ways to go yet...
Why on earth do I work so hard? Every time I see what elementary eds call 'homework' I either laugh because it's so ludicrous, or feel like crying because I put all this work into what I'm studying, and I still can't make A's all the times I want to. It's got to be a bit of a letdown for my folks; I breezed through highschool, finished my first semester with a 4.0, but then after midterms this spring I opened up my report card to see my very first C. I know, I know, I should be jolly happy since it's better than what a lot of people have to deal with. Still, I always have this nagging feeling that I should be doing so much better. Nagging feelings don't keep scholarships, though. Sometimes it's downright depressing.
Next semester looks like it's gonna have at least 18 credit hours. 14 of these I absolutely *have* to take now, but the other three or four are still pretty much up in the air. I ought to take Bib. Lit; as it is, I've put off the rest of my Bible courses pretty long. If I do that, though, I pretty much kill any chances of taking a 3-hour Honors class and still staying sane. And there are *two* that could be really interesting! It's just not fair. Spring semester of next year I should have a little more freedom, but I don't get to pick classes for that yet.
On the bright side, God is definitely watching out for me even when I'm not aware there's anything to watch out for. The night I came back to school, my dad called me up and told me I'd have to file taxes this year; apparently, I actually earned enough money last summer to make it past yet another of these financial milestones. When he told me how much I would get back from the refund, all that ran through my head was: "Nice! A little extra spending money!" The next day I got my course registration packet in the mail, and realized I'd forgotten all about the tuition deposit which is due when I register. My tax refund will just cover it nicely.
Bleah. I still need to write up that Circuits II design problem. I came up with something much more easily than I thought I would; it's a little scary. And, of course, I should really be doing that instead of writing this blog. I got the title page done, so I think I'll procrastinate just a little longer; all the while telling myself I've started it.
Another random note from my list of happenings: Apparently Scholl's precious Judge got stolen for a little while last night. After all his yakking about how it's a far more dangerous weapon than my imaginary quantum baseball bat, I was pretty amused. A nice bit of irony. *grin*
Posted by Ardith at March 19, 2003 02:08 AM