Please excuse this brief break in which I become one of those people whose intelligence you question, based on her seeming inability to grasp the concept of the unrelenting and unchanging passage of time.
DAMN, I can’t believe the semester is almost over!
My geology lab instructor pointed out today that we only have two more regular class sessions left, and then our field trip to the Natural History Museum, and we are done. (We meet once a week, and we finish a week before regular classes do.) In my other classes, we have just four weeks left before finals. Since I only have school two days a week, that means I only have to go to school eight more times until I’m done – done for the summer, at OU, and done forever at my other school. Whoa. It seems like we just got started and I’ve barely gotten into the swing of things, and yet I’m down to counting our remaining sessions on my fingers.
I don’t really know why it surprises me. This is my fourth semester of school and, with the possible exception of the first one, they have all been the same. I find myself having that vague, “just started” feeling a good 2/3 of the way into the semester and then I look up and, SURPRISE! FINALS!
And don’t get me started on the fact that I am mere weeks away from being totally and completely done at school #1. As of May 9th, the date of my last final there, I will no longer be a student at that school, the very first college I went to, the one that got me started on the road to fulfilling my dream. I guess at this point I’m supposed to say something about it being bittersweet but, to be honest…I’m not particularly attached to the school. I never had any intention of graduating from there; it was merely a convenient way to get most of my general ed requirements. I can honestly say I’m not sorry to be moving on. It’s just strange to consider. When I enrolled there, the two years I knew I’d attend there seemed like such a long time. Instead, they zipped by in a flash. Maybe not for my long-suffering friends who have listened to “School this, school that” come out of my mouth in a steady stream since fall of 2011, but, for me, it’s been a whirlwind.
I have to say, also, that, of all four semesters, this is the one I’m most looking forward to ending. It has been the busiest of all of them, both personally and academically. I’m getting a little burned out on all the general ed stuff and taking classes I hate, that have nothing to do with my major, simply because they’re required. This geology class has about torpedoed me. I will never be so happy and relieved as the day I mark down the last answer on the geo final, hand my paper in, and wash my hands of it. And, of course, there’s also field school. I’m really looking forward to ditching the classroom and learning by doing.