Today's the second-to-last class of the quarter, and I have two presentations (in Spanish and in Poetry), but both are pretty informal, simple affairs; I won't say that speaking in front of the class isn't challenging, but it could be worse. And then I have a test in Music Appreciation tomorrow that will only count towards my grade if I get over 100% on it, so I can only go up, not down - no stress there. XD And then I have a paper due for Poetry before midnight Friday, which is a day classes aren't even in, so . . . I think I'm good. ;) These last few weeks have been a bit insane (what I've done in poetry over the last two weeks: a 12 page paper assigned to us as weekend homework that was part of our final, two days of in-class final, two small presentations, and the five page paper due friday. At least I was smnart enough to sign up for one of the first two reading groups - the latter two also had another three-page paper due in that time period. This is a 100-level course!), but I've plugged through.
Next quarter should be my last at PC; I'm going to be filling out university applications during winter break. It's pretty nerve-wracking, because there's still a large part of me that thinks this is too much, I'm not capable of this kind of thing, but I'm not listening to it anymore. And not only that, I'm angry now. I'm angry that I'm 28 years old now, that I'll be 29 before starting at a four-year college, and that depression stole basically a decade of my life from me, made me live in a tiny little shell when I could have been doing so much more.
Not that I'm completely unshelled - I'm still a hermit aside from going to class - but I'm making progress, you know?
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Today's the second-to-last class of the quarter, and I have two presentations (in Spanish and in Poetry), but both are pretty informal, simple affairs; I won't say that speaking in front of the class isn't challenging, but it could be worse. And then I have a test in Music Appreciation tomorrow that will only count towards my grade if I get over 100% on it, so I can only go up, not down - no stress there. XD And then I have a paper due for Poetry before midnight Friday, which is a day classes aren't even in, so . . . I think I'm good. ;) These last few weeks have been a bit insane (what I've done in poetry over the last two weeks: a 12 page paper assigned to us as weekend homework that was part of our final, two days of in-class final, two small presentations, and the five page paper due friday. At least I was smnart enough to sign up for one of the first two reading groups - the latter two also had another three-page paper due in that time period. This is a 100-level course!), but I've plugged through.
Next quarter should be my last at PC; I'm going to be filling out university applications during winter break. It's pretty nerve-wracking, because there's still a large part of me that thinks this is too much, I'm not capable of this kind of thing, but I'm not listening to it anymore. And not only that, I'm angry now. I'm angry that I'm 28 years old now, that I'll be 29 before starting at a four-year college, and that depression stole basically a decade of my life from me, made me live in a tiny little shell when I could have been doing so much more.
Not that I'm completely unshelled - I'm still a hermit aside from going to class - but I'm making progress, you know?