The first week of class is already over and to be honest, I feel like it went a little too fast. Seeing as this is my last semester of college, I want to be able to savor it. Unfortunately, having a thesis and two seminars doesn't exactly allow you to do that. Seminars (in case you are not yet a college student) are basically 2-3 hour long classes that meet once a week to discuss your assignment(s) (usually a book) that you read over the course of the past week. The pros? The class only meets once per week and discussions are generally more interesting. The cons? The classes are longer than normal and, well, you pretty much read until your eyes are about to fall out. Then you read more.
But the good news is that my thesis is due in mid April, after which point I basically only have two real classes. Even better? No classes on Tuesdays or Thursdays, and my only class Fridays is hiking and backpacking, which is for-real fun, not just something I try to convince myself of being fun. But until then, I have to write two chapters of my thesis within the next ten days (that's do-able.... right?) and just hope that everything works out.
On a more depressing note, I did receive notice of graduation today. Sometimes Vassar likes to psych me out by sending me little paper reminders telling me that I'm a senior, kind of like the one I got today. Except this one was the worst one yet. It basically outlined the entire schedule for graduation (which I guess is kind of good because it lets me know when and where the free food and champagne are), then reminded me to reserve dorm housing for guests that had not yet arranged for a hotel. After receiving this letter, I called my parents to say, "You reserved a room at that hotel, right?" while basically praying to every known God that they wouldn't be staying on campus during my senior week. Oh no, they'd forgotten. But on the bright side, they're normal middle aged people--maybe they'll fall asleep around 9 so I won't have to entertain them during my last few nights here. Yikes. Did I just say that?
Last week, I rented a book titled, Great Jobs For Sociology Majors!, which basically means that it holds the secrets to my post-college life. Luckily, the Career Development Office had these awesome pins that said, "No, I don't know what I'm doing after graduation," so maybe now people won't ask what my plans are. Over the weekend, I did manage to formulate some rough plans, which basically consist of signing up for Americorps in hopes of stalling my entrance to the Real World for at least one more year. Trust me, when you get here, the Real World is like a foreign universe. I don't know how to take care of myself--is this a joke or something? Okay, my boyfriend said it isn't. Yikes.
Well, seeing as I have class tomorrow at ten and I'm kind of tired, perhaps I shall go to bed. But trust me, I'm prepared for nightmares.
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