I love my schedule. I love my classes. All of my professors are going to be awesome, even if it's just because they look like Cornelius Flitwick and they specifically insist on people using acceptable salutations and real words in their emails. At the beginning of last semester, I was driven, but it was mostly because I was afraid of doing poorly, because frankly, most of my professors intimidated me on that first day. So when I found out I could easily handle what they dished out, I lost my motivation. But this semester, I'm actually genuinely interested in most every class, and those that I might be more of a struggle to enjoy still have aspects of thinly veiled coolness.
At the end of the day yesterday, I was so excited about those three classes, that I was afraid I would get too into them to be able to devote time to the other two I hadn't yet attended. But now today, I'm afraid it may be the other way around. This conundrum can only mean one thing: I'm probably actually going to, to a degree, enjoy homework this semester. Which takes a considerable load off, as I definitely struggled with that last semester. Not only that, but my social life has calmed down quite a bit and I feel I've developed a better will power there so as to avoid the magnetic pull of the lobby in times when I should be studying.
Anyway. I'm just super pumped.
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