Alright, so the vague time of day is not the important part of the title, the HAPPY part is. I feel so happy and free right now here is some of the possible reasons why.
1) For all of you who went to or are going to college for any stretch of time, you know that at some point you look back on a semester and say, "What was I thinking during registration?". This is that semester for me. Surprisingly though it is not the five straight days of 8AM classes that I have issue with, it is the three 300 level English classes. Now I am an English major and thought surely, I can do three of these classes. I had three the semester before and was fine. Here is the critical part - I chose three classes that I have no real vested interest in. I am a creative writing person. As much as I may enjoy the lectures and actual class time of classic literature and/or critical theory classes, I will not like the work. So needless to say this semester has been a slump and tonight I finished a six page rough draft of my biggest paper. A research paper. Even more the bane of my English studying existence. I will argue with some people till the cows come home (you know who you are) but if I have to objectively craft and argument with support from scholarly resources, its just not fun. I can form opinions, but I don't want to have to search and find other people to support them if I don't actually care about the topic in the first place. And for me finishing the rough draft is akin to finishing the paper, because we have a peer workshop and hopefully a teacher conference to help me work through the details, I have the argument. I kid you not, as soon as I finished that conclusion I felt ten pounds lighter. I'm not a stresser, but depressing things like papers do tend to rain on your parade of carefreeness. No more! I think in my head I have equated finishing this paper with finishing the school year. And it is sweet.
2) I met with my advisor and got to see how incredibly close I am to graduating. At the end of this semester I will have 30 hours. At the end of next semester I will have completed the requirements for my major (aside from my final level of Spanish). And many thanks to the wisdom of my kind teacher (yes, the one who assigned the research paper - she's a good teacher, its not her fault I hate research papers) I am taking classes I am almost all excited about or interested in. Culture of Baseball anyone? (Yeah that's a class - and one that will fill 3 of my required 36 hours at a 300 level)
3) I get to work a weekend retreat at my beloved camp this weekend. It will be my fourth consecutive time working this same retreat. I love it. (check this link to read about my experience last time)
4) Jesus loves me, this I know. For the bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong. They are weak, but He is strong.
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| "Cause I'm free to dance (forget about your two left feet) and I'm free to sing (even joyful noise is music to thee) and I'm free to laugh (cause He's given me His love and it's made me Free." |
1) For all of you who went to or are going to college for any stretch of time, you know that at some point you look back on a semester and say, "What was I thinking during registration?". This is that semester for me. Surprisingly though it is not the five straight days of 8AM classes that I have issue with, it is the three 300 level English classes. Now I am an English major and thought surely, I can do three of these classes. I had three the semester before and was fine. Here is the critical part - I chose three classes that I have no real vested interest in. I am a creative writing person. As much as I may enjoy the lectures and actual class time of classic literature and/or critical theory classes, I will not like the work. So needless to say this semester has been a slump and tonight I finished a six page rough draft of my biggest paper. A research paper. Even more the bane of my English studying existence. I will argue with some people till the cows come home (you know who you are) but if I have to objectively craft and argument with support from scholarly resources, its just not fun. I can form opinions, but I don't want to have to search and find other people to support them if I don't actually care about the topic in the first place. And for me finishing the rough draft is akin to finishing the paper, because we have a peer workshop and hopefully a teacher conference to help me work through the details, I have the argument. I kid you not, as soon as I finished that conclusion I felt ten pounds lighter. I'm not a stresser, but depressing things like papers do tend to rain on your parade of carefreeness. No more! I think in my head I have equated finishing this paper with finishing the school year. And it is sweet.
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| One year. I'm counting. |
2) I met with my advisor and got to see how incredibly close I am to graduating. At the end of this semester I will have 30 hours. At the end of next semester I will have completed the requirements for my major (aside from my final level of Spanish). And many thanks to the wisdom of my kind teacher (yes, the one who assigned the research paper - she's a good teacher, its not her fault I hate research papers) I am taking classes I am almost all excited about or interested in. Culture of Baseball anyone? (Yeah that's a class - and one that will fill 3 of my required 36 hours at a 300 level)
3) I get to work a weekend retreat at my beloved camp this weekend. It will be my fourth consecutive time working this same retreat. I love it. (check this link to read about my experience last time)4) Jesus loves me, this I know. For the bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong. They are weak, but He is strong.
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