Just counting down the days

I can not wait to be done here! I can't wait to be done with school for the semester. To be done writing papers and doing projects and going to class and doing research, at least for the summer anyway. I can't wait to be around people I don't know, to be somewhere where I can be anyone because no one knows me. So no one can expect me to be anything. Well, they can, I guess... but whatever. I just can't wait! I want to be done with the majority of people here. I love my friends, and I will miss them to death when I'm away at school, but I hate the drama. I hate how childish people act here. I hate that I hang out with them (the loud, annoying, childish people I don't like) because I've hung out with them for so long that it would be weird to not. I've started to lately, to not hang out with them, because someone else I'm friends with invited me to hang out with her and her friends. I can't wait for the weather to be nice and not cold or rainy. I can't wait for the next Harry Potter movie to come out. I can't wait until I transfer. I can't wait until I have my schedule for next semester. I can't wait until a couple years from now, when I finally get to do my student teaching in an Australia. I can't wait to see Taylor Swift in concert. I can't wait until.......

I can't wait for this semester to just end already. I'm sitting here just counting down the days I have left.

Intercultural communications - 3 classes left.

Public communications - 5 classes left.

Educational Psychology - 3 classes left.

English Literature - 6 classes left.

American Literature - 5 classes left

I love how my least favorite class is the one I have the most classes left of. God, I hate English Lit. I love English. I LOVE it. It's always been ones of my favorite classes. But the teacher I had for English Lit really ruined it, or that class at least, for me. I think if I had a different teacher, any other teacher, for it, I probably would have liked the class. But this teacher? No. Just... no.

And know what I really hate? All semester you get hardly any homework at all. And then at the end, in the last couple weeks of classes, BAM! all at once every teacher finds it necessary to overload you with a bunch of worthless crap that isn't going to matter in the long run, but greatly affects your grade in the class. And when I say it doesn't matter, what I mean is, when in real life am I ever going to need to closely analyze a Robert Frost poem or talk about how the monster in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is an example of a noble savage? Really now? But yeah, the end of the semester and I had a paper due today and the outline for my final speech due today. I've got 2 papers due Monday, and my Psych media project about the importance of art, music, and theater/drama in education is due Wednesday. And then another paper due on May 3rd. AND on May 3rd, I have to give my speech to my class. It's just... a lot. All at once. If it had been more spread out, it would be no big deal. But all at once like this? It's torture.

I'm just counting down the days until I'm done.

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