
THIS IS MY TOTALLY MASTERFUL SPREADSHEET ON EXCEL OF MY CLASSES IN THE SPRING '10 SEMESTER.I LIKE HOW IT PERFECTLY REPRESENTS HOW I'VE SUPER EFFICIENTLY DIVIDED UP MY CLASS TIME INTO LITTLE INCREMENTS. ESPECIALLY WHERE I HAVE THAT 2 HOUR GAP ON MW. OOPS ;;
But seriously, it looks retarded as it does because...for some reason instead of my Psych 04 class being just one two hour block, it's two consecutive one hour blocks. Because it's more efficient that way, or something.
Or maybe because the second one hour block is lab time. Also that purple block is there between Psych and Chem because it's literally the hours overlapping, lmao. Psych ends at 10:00 right when Chem starts, so I'll have to run to make it in time...but thank god Chem is only a floor up on the same building, and not, like, on the other side of campus, which is a plus!
And yeah. That's the tentative schedule of sorts for now. I want to take more classes to raise my measly GPA but Chemistry is the one class I definitely need for sure. And yet not only do Experimental Psychology
and Cultural Anthropology both fulfill my last bit of the Social and Behavioral Sciences as outlined in the IGETC pattern for transfer, they're also the articulated classes I need for my major. So it's a good thing I can get them out of the way now, in the quaint little kiddie pool known as community college.
As productive as I feel, I'm disappointed to say I've settled. I've stopped fighting. I haven't even raised a finger in protest against having to stay in this sad little town yet another year, but I don't have the ammo. Or the resources. Or, most importantly, the will. It's a battle uphill, and there are just too many opposing forces preventing me from making my stride. So I've no other choice but to regroup for now.
I really am sick of myself speaking in metaphors all the time. I think I might start a separate journal where all that kind of shit + introspection + passive voice + stream of consciousness would go. I never was one to "censor" myself, but certain things have made me think that the "HAY THIS IS MY JOURNAL WHERE MY SHIT GOES AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, GTFO" mentality maybe isn't the best approach at all times. I don't know. Just the disparity between my moments of grave, mostly cryptic seriousness and how I casually talk is sometimes just too big for me to take seriously on this journal. It doesn't accurately represent me or how I think. Again, I don't know. I may not even care in a few days.
In other news, I bought a blue satin sheath dress yesterday. I've put on a lot of weight in some areas and it looks super awkward since I'm below 5'0".
Just sayin'.