Wandering Aimlessly

I can't believe I have two days before I move down to school to begin the last semester of my college career. Like, wow. I'm still freaking out just a little bit about my future. I've started looking at possible jobs, but it's all extremely scary. At least to me.

I drew out my schedule. It's pretty much sucky. Not the classes, necessarily, but the times. I prefer to squish all my classes into as few hours as possible, be done with my day early. This semester, I have class until 6:30 twice a week and until 5 twice a week. I have huge gaps between classes. An hour and a half here, three hours there. Three hours is enough time to go home and get something done, but an hour and a half isn't so much. So we'll see what I figure out to make those gaps productive.

I'm very much looking forward to my narrative writing and intro to jazz dance classes. I'm also looking forward to my language development class, even though it really has nothing to do with what I want to do with my life. I'm taking a natural settings social psych lab, which is a long class (two hours, three times a week), but it should be helpful and hopefully a good course. I also have small group behavior, which I'm hoping will be career-relevant, and then the one class I'm dreading: psychology of sensory and perception. Ick. It's my biological psych requirement, and I just have this sinking feeling that I'm going to be suffering through it. I hope I'm wrong. I wish I could take another advertising or marketing class, but there just isn't any time. In fact, there are tons of classes I wish I could take. If I was hanging around spring semester, I'd have no trouble filling my schedule with fun, relevant and interesting classes. Too bad school costs so much money. <.g> I just can't afford to take a semester to have fun with.

Anyway, it should be a good three months, and I plan to make the most of it. Go Illini!