So tomorrow is the first day of work and classes for my fourth semester of college; once I finish this semester, I will be half way done with school. It's a little scary to think since I'm 19 and yeah, high school feels like it ended like five years ago instead of two, but hell...when I graduate I think I may move to Nashville for a few years. Things go faster than you think. Everything seems like it happened further in the past than it actually has, so half way point equals somewhat intimidating.
Yesterday, I went to Liftbridge to pick up my textbooks, which always makes my stomach turn. Most of the books you get, you don't want to really keep afterward (yes, I have kept some in the past, but you sell most of the books...unless it happens to be like when I took Ancient History and Classical Mythology a year ago; seriously, loved!). A little over four hundred dollars for eight books for six classes. Ew. Really really ew. That's two months worth of paychecks. Sheesh.
I'm nervous for the new semester and really only looking forward to two of my six classes: fiction workshop and child psychology. On top of picking up a sixth class while I have always done five, I am also picking up the max that I am allowed to work as a work study student. That's eighteen hours worth of classes and ten hours stuck in the stacks at the library. I also hope to start working out and try and get into counseling. Lots of work and stress, but the good news is that is cuts down on time to worry about men (I hope). I sincerely want 2011 to be better for me than 2010 was. I don't want the guy troubles that I had last year (I only am happy with the memories with one of the guys, but he has been a character in my life for four in a half years and is special in many ways). I don't want as many breakdowns as I had. I want a little less family drama, which probably is wishful thinking. I want to actually learn something and make some changes. Yes, I plan on having fun with my friends, especially all of my girls when I can. I already started taking steps with some of the stuff and have some of the other mapped out a little. I'm hopeful. And I have the love and support of my girls; if I fall, I know they're going to be there for me.
Crossing my fingers and sayin' my prayers that I make it through this first week alive. Kicking of the first day with Theatre, French, work, and Fiction Workshop...then dinner with two of my roomies and my best friend.
