Today is September 11. I have a friend whose birthday is today. Those terrorists...ruining everything for her. On 9-11-2001 I was in eighth grade in Kazakhstan. The day was normal and I went to bed then got up to get a drink of water and my parents told me the World Trade Center had been hit by planes. I didn't know what the WTC was, but I saw people jumping out of the buildings on TV. I went back to bed, prayed for the people involved, and woke up the next morning to the full story. My parents had been watching tv all night. We still went to school that day though some Americans didn't.
Anyway, I feel like everyone tells their "what were you doing when JFK got shot"...I mean, "what were you doing when 9-11 happened" stories, and mine doesn't involve sitting in classroom on a Tuesday morning, so I thought I would contribute.
So I also feel like expanding on some of the stuff from my last post. And continuing the trend of including a picture at the beginning and end of the post. If I keep doing this with every post, you will have seen all my pictures from Ukraine by about 2724 a.d.
SCHOOL: I am now a senior and have everything figured out. I know where the good study spots are, where the nearest bathroom is, which line to stand in at the food court, whether you call a professor "Dr." or "Professor" (actually, still don't know this one), what to do with my free time, what questions to ask freshmen (hm, still get that wrong sometimes. apparently "do you have a major" is not the best one), what classes to take. All that. I am 100% secure and adjusted.
not.
In some ways, yes, I am used to campus life. But I still can't manage my time. I still waste time. I still don't read for class, I will still cram for tests and stay up writing papers. I still don't know how to talk to people. I still don't know what I'm doing with my life.
In some ways (love that phrase), it seems like I have learned nothing in college. What am I here for? Academically, I pick up a few things here and there. That doesn't seem worth four years of my life. But then I think about the person I was three years ago, and I realize I've changed a lot. That sounds trite. And it wasn't due to college, but college is a unique situation in which change can happen. So I am thankful for this funny period in my life. It is soon going to be over. This is both exciting and nerve-wracking. But that is another post, probably.
Classes are not bad. I only have 9 class hours and then one independent study class where I write a research paper on Russian lit. Not too bad. I have no class on Monday or Friday.
But classes are also not great. I am not very excited about any of them. I don't know if this is senioritis. I don't think so. Not this early. Please. But it's some sort of loss of interest.
OU Financial Aid is frustrating.
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Uh, I feel the same way about my classes (FYI, I am taking 9 hours and a IS).
I am not calling it senioritis. I am calling it cynicism. Cough.
did Los Colorados play at that concert?
Sally,
I want to follow your blog but I can't figure out how because I can't find the "follow" button. Help my ignorance.
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