whole state was cancelled yesterday, but classes weren't -- in case that gives you any indication of what I'm dealing with here. I could complain about the cold except I mostly have been voluntarily trekking out into the -45 degree weather.
You see, my classmates envy me because I've managed not to have any classes Mondays and Fridays this semester. Yes, I will rejoice in a my four-day weekend every weekend, but the bulk of my work study hours are allotted to those "free" days and c'mon, I'll still have plenty of homework! If you're wondering how I managed this, I have two T/TH classes and two 3-hour film classes on Wednesday. I've always thought "Wednesday hump day" was a poor description of this particular day in the week week. Now I'm thinking it's just about right.
I have absolutely loved being back. I am truly in my element here. Already, this is the fourth time for buying books, scheduling advisor meetings, etc so I can't help feeling like a pro. I realize I've also established such a tremendous network of friends with all sorts of majors and interests that walking across campus, I usually see four to five friends. And while some people may doubt my general ability to genuinely care about so many friends, I can only say its their loss. It wasn't until college that I truly understand the capacity for friendship.
I'm off to read seven chapters for tomorrow's class, assigned only just a few hours ago.
College: the struggle is real.