The first classes were today. I felt like an impostor when I put on my backpack, like I was too old or something. It seemed as though there was no possible reason on earth that a twenty-seven-year-old person should leave the house wearing one. I honestly was looking around for people staring...
But they weren't, of course. At least, not for the backpack.
Biochemistry scared the shit out of me for some reason. I don't know why, but I just hate thermodynamics. Every time I tried to do that stuff in the lab, like working with calorimeters and shit, I always fucked up. But there they were on the first slide - entropy and shit. The horror! I really, really hope this is the last fucking time I have to deal with this shit. Every time it comes up, I think it is the last time. But no, the punishment never ends.
I have a slew of other courses as well. It seems I am no longer capable of taking less than seventeen credit hours a semester. I know I am setting myself up for wrinkles and gray hair and shit, but I am willing to sacrifice that in order to get these dumb courses out of the way in the first year. I want them done. Over. Now.
Oh yeah, and I'm still not registered. Awesome.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Last Day of Freedom
So I start class tomorrow.
Unfortunately, I do not know what classes I will be starting. I had orientation on Friday, but I was told that I would not be able to meet with my program director or advisor, and that a special meeting would need to be set up. I was supposed to receive word about this later Friday afternoon, but I have not yet heard anything. Hooray, things really are starting out well. I think I'll just randomly show up to classes that I think I should be taking. Or something. I don't even have my ID yet. I am officially shitting myself.
It appears that I will have to be in my first class by 9am every day, even Friday. Ugh.
Last week I had to take radiation safety and lab safety courses. These are the same ones that I have taken at every single institution I have ever been at, so it was mind-numbingly boring. However, as I sat there, I realized that it felt good to be sitting in a classroom again. Sadly, I must admit that I really enjoy taking courses. I am such a nerd that I don't even really read fiction books. My bookshelves are lined with science-based books and texts on philosophy and stuff like that.
I can't believe people hang out with me.
Unfortunately, I do not know what classes I will be starting. I had orientation on Friday, but I was told that I would not be able to meet with my program director or advisor, and that a special meeting would need to be set up. I was supposed to receive word about this later Friday afternoon, but I have not yet heard anything. Hooray, things really are starting out well. I think I'll just randomly show up to classes that I think I should be taking. Or something. I don't even have my ID yet. I am officially shitting myself.
It appears that I will have to be in my first class by 9am every day, even Friday. Ugh.
Last week I had to take radiation safety and lab safety courses. These are the same ones that I have taken at every single institution I have ever been at, so it was mind-numbingly boring. However, as I sat there, I realized that it felt good to be sitting in a classroom again. Sadly, I must admit that I really enjoy taking courses. I am such a nerd that I don't even really read fiction books. My bookshelves are lined with science-based books and texts on philosophy and stuff like that.
I can't believe people hang out with me.
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