The first day of winter semester of my freshman year of college rapidly approaches, less than seven hours and I'll be sitting in a classroom, rotting my brain out, once again. It sounds so pleasant, doesn't it?
Normally, winter semester shouldn't be a big deal, after all, I just finished Fall, did I not? Well, due to unforeseen circumstances, my first semester was less than satisfactory. I only had a couple classes, leaving me a bit behind.
So, this upcoming six weeks will be the first period I'll have to live by a preset schedule since I graduated high school, more than six months ago. Needless to say, this will be difficult.
It doesn't really help that I am chronically unorganized and spontaneous.
Thankfully, I am free to leave the domain of education/evil around noon, though this is only because I am forced to start at ungodly hours - 7:35am - which I find to be rather ridiculous. Having Fridays off wasn't a plus - it was a necessity.
The classes that I'm taking range from useless - Intro To Business, to dull - American History, to interesting - Basic Musicianship. Though, of course, preconceived notions of courses are never a good idea. They're usually much worse.
