So I have had a lot of first days of school, but this one...is odd. First off, I’m actually deciding to go to school, this is a choice. I could be done and just get a job, but I choose school. Clearly I need my head examined.
On the other hand, ideally this would mean I get to choose what I’m studying and to some extent that’s true. The fact of the matter is that administrations like to give you these things called “requirements” i.e. you actually have to take classes you might not want to, because they’re supposedly important. I understand that, I do.
But how about when there’s a class that I actually want to take, that would be the cornerstone of my education, and you won’t give me a straight answer? Seriously?
*sigh* School is school wherever you go apparently, but still, it’d be nice to think I had something of a say.
In other complete ramblings, I have a place that’s all my own. It’s small but its enough, and it’s different to be living completely on my own. I had roommates before and I actually miss the “J, get your butt in gear I’m hungry and I’m not going to the bar by myself.” Those impromptu dinners followed by a movie because we had one drink to many actually were good times. I miss that spontaneity I guess.
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