I want to regale you with stories that would knock you off your socks, not the reality of papers to write and finals to cram for. I am happy to report that a week from tomorrow marks the completion of my first semester of college. It flew right by and over the course of the last three months, my fears have diminished. I can do it, I learned, and I did. Not only did I keep with it, I passed with flying colors. Final grades aren't in yet, of course, but I know I have all A's. And so long as I pass in my best work for this research paper and ace all of my finals, I'll be okay. I am proud of myself and am confident for next semester, excited even.
Next semester I will be taking a math course called Elements of Math, a class geared toward prospective early/elementary school teachers. I'll also be taking U.S. History Before 1865 and English Comp. II, Honors. Yes, Honors. My current English teacher recommended me for this class in an e-mail ridden with compliments on my work ethic that made all of my hard work worth while. I am up for the challenge. And if I take two more honors classes at middlesex, I will be eligible for many scholorships so that perhaps I'll be able to attend a private 4 year college, as opposed to a state school. Either way, I have my eyes set on a masters degree, and nothing can stop me now that I've started!
Despite my enthusiasm for school, I am excited for winter break. One, I love christmas. Two, I love New Year's. Three, I love my birthday...and this year I will turn 21! Hopefully some exciting changes around the corner, as well...I'll let you know when the coast is clear.
I've got to get back to The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath. I haven't read for pleasure much this semester so it feels wonderful to be curled up in bed on a sunday night, reading. Later, Alex and I have a dinner & movie date. Can't decide between Brothers and The Blind Side. Suggestions?
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