I decide to start counting down how many dreaded classes I have left. After today I have 12.
Blah. I get to register for my spring classes tomorrow at 7:20 AM. I can’t wait. 13 more to go and after I register tomorrow it will be even less! I also have a HUGE midterm tomorrow. Ugh! Kiley thinks this is ridiculous that a teacher would have a test on Halloween. She says, “What is wrong with people?”
I wake up early to register. I grow frustrated because I am unable to register for two of the classes I had really hoped to take. I resolve to keep checking for drops.
My first class goes well. It always does.
My midterm…well my professor hands us 5 blank sheets of paper stapled together along with questions. They are all short answer, plus we have an essay. This is horrible. I know all the answers, but maybe one or two, but ALL short answer? Really? This is ruthless. My hand hurts and I am relieved after writing for 1 1/2 hours I am finished. I don’t even double check my answers. I am spent.
I have to attend a seminar this Friday morning. It is about resumes and interviews and blah, blah, blah. I am sure the info is helpful, but I have a hard time tuning in. I am not worried about finding a job. I will find one and if I don’t it is not the end of the world. Plus I have a really hard time with resume advice. I feel a lot of the things I hear from “experts” essentially are telling you to lie on your resume. For example, attending an hour long seminar on how to write grants does not mean I am now an expert at grant writing therefore I should boast about this on my resume.
My dreaded class isn’t so bad. All we do is discuss our field assignment. Whatev…only 10 more dreaded classes and I will be free.
Next week is field. I. CAN’T. WAIT.