The difference a semester makes Last semester, I was all prepared for school way before classes started. I bought new notebooks, binders, a planner, pencils, etc. I printed out a schedule of my classes that I had made on Excel so I could keep track of the day and time; professor; and room number.

This year? Monday night I put my two Tuesday classes on the BlackBerry calendar. One of them incorrectly. Tuesday, right before I left, I grabbed an old notebook from the closet. I took a pen from the stash of drug company pens in the truck before I went to class. I honestly did not know what my classes were as I was walking into them. I came into the one late, so I was thinking to myself, "PLEASE do not let her ask what class I'm here for, because I don't know." All I knew was FH-423. Not her name, not the class name - nada.

Reminds me of when I was taking classes at BCC, how after a few semesters I stopped buying books for a lot of the classes -- since I realized I didn't really didn't need them in certain types of classes.

I think I may have gone too far to the "eh" extreme this semester. I mean, I have an online course that I have to post a discussion for by tomorrow night and I still don't really remember what the class was. Ha.

Anyway. Classes are going fine. I signed up for a T/Th morning class, Lyrical Poetry of the Renaissance, so now I am gone ALL DAY those days. And, man, that class... I mean, I knew it was going to be a toughie (and when I say toughie, I mean yawny)... but this morning... whoa mama. I had this teacher for Shakespeare, though, so it's funny to see her and all her little quirks again.

I had really, really good news about school today, but before I say anything I have to talk to the school. If it works out: YIPEE! :)  ¶ 8:37 PM