Wow! Another semester. Fall is much harder than Spring, I've decided. Too many holidays, it's cold, the weather begs you to stay home and in bed, plus it holds a natural inclination toward depression.
Besides that though-whoa-has it been a challenge. As if going back to school wasn't challenge enough in and of itself. I still have a couple finals next week and two that I only need to show up and turn in final work.
It certainly wasn't the dream semester I had last Spring but it wasn't horrible. I did set myself up taking five classes, including a science at 8:00 AM. WHO can do science at 8:00am anyway? I'm desperately clinging to a wing & a prayer to pass that one.
It looks to all have been worth it though. Everything is in order for me to graduate in a timely manner this upcoming May. I am looking forward to it SO much, I can't even believe it. I don't even need to end with five classes again either. It was looking like I might have to. I will have a more traditional schedule with only four classes, although two of them are 4 units each, for a total of 14 units. None of my classes will be at 8:00 AM either.
I was blessed to have some fabulous writing professors that produce fabulous writing classes. One of the classes was really interesting to me. My classmates wrote such amazing pieces. I was consistently amazed. It was impossible not to feel a sort of strange bond to others willing to share such depth from their lives. I felt safe enough in that class to want to try to push my writing in different directions. I was willing and unafraid to experiment. The results were pretty amazing. I learned a lot in that class. I could feel the growth in my writing.
Not all my writing classes were like this, but it's ok. I even experimented with fiction. Surprise, surprise. Midway through I actually felt in the groove and had a bunch of ideas running through my mind...before I was bogged down by the evils of Physical Science anyway.
So....I certainly haven't had much Christmas crafty time lately...