Ok. Hi. I know it's been a while. Sorry. It's not like anyone reads this anyway.
Last week was my last first week of school. At least until I go to grad school, but who knows when that'll be? Not me. And I survived. This week might be a little more challenging. I like the classes I'm taking pretty well, even though I'll have a full workload. I'm taking music lessons, senior recital, a stupid gen ed that I waited until the last minute to take, Interpersonal Communication (a class I could really use!), Choral Literature (which is a GRADUATE LEVEL class! I'm really nervous and excited about it all at once!), and senior project. Oh, and I'm working at the Early Childhood Center on top of that.
I must say, I'm pretty excited for my senior project. It's going to be a readers theatre program of Dr. Seuss books entitled "Everything I Need to Know in Life, I Learned from Dr. Seuss." I'll be emphasizing the fact that Dr. Seuss's books ALWAYS had a moral to the story. And they were useful, too: try new things, use your imagination, compromise, you can't run away from your problems. Things like that.
Also, I'm trying this new thing this semester called "being organized." I know. It's a big deal. You should be shocked. But I feel like this semester it's even more important for me to stay organized than it was last semester. Because of my senior project, which is all up to me to stay on schedule for, because of my recital, because of Choral Lit, and because of the fact that I'm still in a long distance relationship. If I can stay on top of all my school work and get it done in a timely manner, I can have more time to devote to my wonderful boyfriend.
I'm nervous about graduating. I'm not ready to enter the real real world. They tell you you're entering the real world when you graduate high school, but it's a lie. Okay, it's not a lie if you don't go to college, or you do go but you're paying for it yourself. For people like me who are in college and are still being helped by their parents, it's NOT the real world. And Concordia is REALLY super far from being the real world. It very much resembles living in a bubble. Hence the term "Concordia Bubble." I'm nervous to have to be kicked out of the bubble. I know that this has to happen, and that everything will ultimately be okay. But I'm still not ready yet. I'm not ready to be a grownup. I want to stay a college student just a while longer.