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I am settling into the routine of this semester, and it's a bit chaotic because I'm busy ALL THE TIME, but it's the good kind of busy, where I always feel productive and occupied (and I'm almost caught up on everything I was behind on! And that sentence made so much sense!). I wonder how long it will be before the exhaustion and stress set in. But knock on wood that they don't!

I had my first test in my Spanish lit analysis class today, and I was totally freaked out about it, because my professor seems like she expects a lot. And while I actually finished in time and completed everything to a degree that I think is quite acceptable, I'm still nervous that it's not going to be good enough for the prof and I will get an F. Okay, probably not an F. Maybe a C. Okay, B-. But still! I am not comfortable with that! I am far too much of a type A personality to be okay with that. Stop freaking me out, Spanish lit prof. It's not pleasant.

Class Scheduling 101

So y'all, I have a really embarrassing story about my first day of class, which was on Thursday.

Just some background before I begin: I always make myself a pretty, colored schedule on Excel instead of just using the one on Tele-BEARS, our registration system. So the classrooms I have printed on that schedule are the ones I go to.

I go to my last class of the day: History of Germany from Bismark to WWI. I sit in the room while a bunch of freshmen natter away, excitedly introducing themselves because this whole thing is still novel to them (awwww, adorable!). I just sit there, quietly*, because I kinda don't want to be there, as it's already 3:30 and this class won't end until 5.

Finally, the professor walks in. She sets her stuff down on the podium, and opens a window.

"Welcome to Intro to Feminist Theory."

Oh. Shit.


*Hahahha, quietly. I know, right?

Don't panic

There's less than a week before school starts, and I'm starting to feel like a chicken with it's head cut off, scrambling around yet somehow not actually doing any of the things I need to do. For those who don't know (um, nobody, let's face it), my corner of the world is in Berkeley, CA and we start school on Thursday. Thursday! How did this happen?! What happened the remaining few days of summer?! I have part 2 of a leadership retreat tomorrow, immediately after which I have to rush off to the airport, because I am going home for three days and flying back at the last possible minute in time for class.

Still, I am sure that this is still much less stress than Michelle felt before leaving for Sweden. I remember when I was getting ready to go to Mexico last summer, I felt completely scattered and so sure that I was going to forget something insanely important (like my passport), and I was going somewhere relatively close and only for three months!

Well, Michelle has already left for Sweden, and I haven't yet spoken to her, but I can only imagine the sheer panic that set in right before she left. But like I was, I'm sure she is fine. In fact, I'm sure she's better than fine, because she is now in SWEDEN, somewhere she worked so hard to get to and something she deserves so much. So congratulations, Michelle! You are awesome!

And now I have to go pack.