First Look at Next Spring
And by “spring” I actually mean winter, but the University will persist in calling it the spring semester.
Once again I have been unable to secure even one day off, because that math class is only offered MWF and MET 121 is only offered TTh. And look at that Wednesday! A, why is that class at 5 in the afternoon, and B, what am I supposed to do with myself for five and a half hours? (And C, yes, you’re reading that right, IT IS A BLOODY DAMNED PROGRAMMING CLASS, it turns out there’s at least one in the curriculum of EVERY MAJOR I CONSIDERED during last week’s Vocational Emergency.)
Well, OK, I know exactly what I’ll probably doing for most of that time. Getting lunch and then being planetarium computer monkey. But man, it’s going to be a struggle getting motivated to show up for math on Fridays. I’ll be spending more than twice as long in the car as I am in class!
On the plus side, they all look interesting. On the minus side, there’s a train wreck coming next school year, because switching majors mid-year means I’m out of phase with the introductory Technical Physics courses, which are prereqs for a number of things I should be taking in year 2. That means I’ll be taking them instead, and the things they’re prereqs for in year 3, and so on. But, like I told the lady in the School of Engineering Tech office, I’ve effectively been delaying graduation for the last 18 years, so another one’s probably not going to kill me as long as my financial aid doesn’t get cut off.
Which it might do, actually, now that the Heartless Party (as opposed to the Feckless Party) is back in command of Congress and a man who has said that the University of Maine System will have to “justify its existence” is going to be governor. But one crisis at a time.
Tonight’s crisis: I have an exam in CMJ 103 tomorrow that I can’t seem to settle my head down and study for, because of… well, I don’t even want to explain what because of, it’ll just get me riled up again. It has to do with my mother, her husband, and cars. Let’s leave it at that. For now, I’m thinking about going to bed and trying again in the morning, before driving down and not picking up the MINI from the shop for the… what… 16th day since repairs were completed.