|Fall means football here in Aggieland.|
But really, without those summer classes, I wouldn't be graduating on time. So despite grieving over a summer lost, I'm also celebrating, most importantly, the end of my undergraduate foreign language requirement. Which has been the bane of my existence for quite some time. I took Spanish 1 and 2 a few summers ago, which arguably didn't go so well, so I was pretty nervous about 3 and 4. Seeing as how I didn't learn much the first go around. But by several miracles, I finished. I'm still thinking about throwing myself a party for that. And taking care of one phys. ed. credit will make things that much easier when I have to stuff one in to my last semester.
So all in all, my summer was a success. Yet still I can't help but wish for a little more time to just do nothing and love the heck out of it.
|A view I will be seeing again, and soon.|
a day and a half away.
I always get first-day-of-class anxiety. Fortunately my four classes on Monday are in relatively close proximity to one another, making that anxiety lessen ever so slightly. My forecast says it should be raining. How appropriate.
But it's not just end-of-summer blues that make going back to classes bittersweet. It's also that this marks the beginning of the end. My senior year, the last hurrah. I'm almost done with my undergraduate work, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Besides excited, besides, "FINALLY!" and besides, "Thank the Lord!" I'm also anxious, nervous, and admittedly sad. I don't really know what the future holds for me. Heck, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. And frankly, after being in school for so long I'm not sure what I'll do with myself when I don't have classes to go to, homework to put off, tuition to pay, textbooks to...think about reading.
Speaking of textbooks, I have 17 for this semester, for a whopping $600 bucks.
THAT I will not miss.
So I guess the crux of it is, I'm scared. I'm approaching the end of several years of hard work, and there's a light at the end of the tunnel but it's so bright that I can't see what else is out there. Maybe if I could, I wouldn't be so scared.
But then again, if I knew what was coming, would it be as exciting?