All in.

I've somewhat been dreading this post.

It's been a tumultuous few weeks of school and life in general, after a summer of sheer chaos so I guess you can say whatever few moments of down time I've had have been spent lounging on the couch, gloriously and guiltlessly enjoying my new cable.

However, when I came home from school, I decided to bite the bullet, despite having no free time, a to do list that is comically long and an embarrassing amount of laundry to do.

Mostly, because I want to rant about my classes. It's fun!

Interdisciplinary: Kerouac--This one is super require by my major, which is why every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I spend an hour listening to the MOST pretentious, self-important lovers of Kerouac spout their ideals about the Beat generation in very loud voices. Ugh. Well, I do like the professor and I think he likes me, too because I am the only person willing to argue a point (shock, I know) and can actually back it up.

Creating Writing: WAIT, WHAT!?! I HAVE TO WRITE FICTION!??!? I was genuinely floored. And what sucks more is that there was always this part of me that kept being a writer/novelist as a possibility, in my back pocket. And then, whammy, turns out I am not creative. At all. We have 3 creative stories due this semester and I can't do anything about it. Crap.

Spanish IV: this is a joke, right? I don't know Spanish whatsoever. This will be my ending. Circlin' the drain, people.

Intercultural Communication: We had a geography quiz of America and Canada yesterday. That sums up the class pretty well. Luckily, my professor is the Comm Club advisor and he adores me, so we're good.

Rhetorical Criticism: I know nothing about this subject at all. There's no foundation, not even for the criticism part it turns out. It's philosophical and complex and multi-layered and also necessary for graduation. I had the professor for public speaking last semester, but this will not help me. My palms are starting to sweat just thinking about the upcoming work and my shocking ability not to find the easy way out at all.

Silly-ness aside, there is a deep-set panic within me about this semester; it's the slow ride to the end that turns out to be a heck of a lot harder and scarier than I could have thought. Graduation looms and not a day goes by that I don't have a minor panic attack about it. Fortunately, classes and various demands of clubs and work push the nightmarish thoughts out of my pretty little head.

Silly-ness back, I'm having fun! I've made some cool friends, there's huge interest in the club that I'm president of, and my professors are now my friends. There's tons of work to be done and I am eager to do it (so far). Speaking of which, I have emails to send, a family tree to make for Intercultural and On the Road to read. Oy. But baby, I'm back!