My parents always took the first-day-of-school picture. I did not like this very much; thus I’m pouting or forcing a smile in most of these photos. Now I’m at the end of the road — a senior in college. Graduate school, if it is indeed in my future, should not come for yeras. This is my last first day of school.
Looking at my schedule yesterday, I realized my last first day will actually be rather difficult for someone a bit out of shape. My classes:
- Strength and Conditioning (my last general requirement to be fulfilled — a gym class)
- Jazz class
- Shakespeare (the class with the largest textbook I’ve ever purchased for college — the complete annotated works)
- Ballet technique
- Modern class
- Pas de Deux (or partnering)
This last day seems like it will be too busy for much nostalgia. Good luck to all new students entering college, all high school seniors beginning their last year, and all college seniors faced with the prospect of Real Life. See you on the flip side!
2057 pages of Elizabethan goodness
Spring semester (which is actually the semester of continued winter misery and a wee bit of spring sun) is quickly approaching! Butler University resumes classes on Jan 18 this year, which is the day after Martin Luther King Jr. Day. That’s pretty late. We have had about three weeks for the last two years: This year’s winter break between the fall and spring semesters was a month-long affair.
However pleasant an affair it was, break is drawing to an end. This means I should try to start waking up a bit earlier. This means I should think about wearing more layers when I go back to Butler. This means I should think about taking full responsibility for my own food and laundry again. (Thanks, Mom… *sheepish*) This means looking forward to reuniting with my friends at Butler again! This also means buying textbooks.
Ugh. I despise buying textbooks. I think I did a really good job this semester, though. I got half my books through Butler’s bookstore and half with the website Better World Books (which is actually mentioned on the second page of an article in the New York Times), all for just over one hundred dollars.
I’ve got a lot of reading–and annotating–ahead of me. Also, marathon readings of Moby-Dick?