This is going to be my last “graded” blog. Crazy. I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve posted a blog (mostly because I’ve been running around like a chicken with her head cut off and then I was experiencing was sleep was again). ANYWAY, to get back to my point, I’m supposed to reflect on how this semester has been for me.
So, this semester seems to have been a crazy one but it doesn’t feel like it’s the end. I’m actually wondering if next semester will be like this too. I guess we’ll find out in about six weeks.
I remember the first week of classes. I was so stressed about getting to all of my classes on time and going to the right rooms and sitting in the front row to make a good impression on the professors. I also remember feeling like had “FRESHMAN” written in red sharpie all over my body. Life wasn’t so bad and somehow I eventually made the transition from “freshman freak” to “just another day at Mizzou.” **In all honesty it’s never ‘just another day at Mizzou’ because every day I look around the campus and the people and feel loved and accepted…like I belong here for life.**
I also remember looking at all the syllabi that were given to me and freaking out about all the reading, but also being grateful that all the assignments were given at the beginning of the semester (with their due dates) so I could work ahead (PAH!) if I had time.
My interdisciplinary studies class (which is just a fancy way of saying my Freshman Interest Group class) was not what I expected. For some reason I thought that because the girls were in a F.I.G. they’d be more willing to socialize with each other (meaning that I would have more friends than I do now). I didn’t think that the majority of the girls in this F.I.G. would be Greek. I enjoyed reading the novel that we had to (and I’ll probably post my response to said novel as a blog).
Midterms were fun…not! I think that put the most stress on me. Hopefully EVERY semester won’t be like that because otherwise I might be forced to go to the looney bin way earlier than I had anticipated (that was a joke). Harty-har-har. Even though everyone’s freaking out about winter finals right now I think I’m going to survive. I can’t wait to post on Facebook that I’ve survived my first semester in college.
Oh! Oh! You know how I’ve been working so hard all semester and I’ve had five A’s and one B pretty much the whole time? I’ve gotten my history grade up from 85% to 87% and I’m about to write a five page paper that will be for extra credit. I’m so close to having straight A’s. That would be so amazing to claim that I worked 17 or 18 hours a week, but still had the drive to do well in my studies and accept nothing less than A’s. **If I do get a B in this class (I’m currently in it), I won’t be that depressed because it’ll be a very high B and I’ll know that I worked my BUTT off in this class and did everything I possibly could to get my grade as high as I could.**
Now that I’ve covered the academics I think it’s I’m for the work reflection. After a week of classes I started work. I’m not sure why, but I can’t really remember working (besides the first day [Sunday, August 29th, 2010] when they told me to clean the tables and make sure the dining room stayed clean). Before Thanksgiving break work was getting to be hardly bearable, but now it seems really chill. I’m kind of nervous/ upset about my work schedule next semester because I’ll be working three days in a row, but I suppose it’ll all work out.
So, yeah. That’s pretty much how I feel about this semester. (All the other major things that have happened are things that I’ve already blogged about.) At first I was terrified, but now I feel like I belong here. I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of it (like I did in high school). I hope not because I’m planning on being here at least five years (so I can get that masters in convergence photojournalism). I also plan on getting an internship with National Geographic sometime (wish me luck on that one because I’ve got my hopes up), but that won’t happen for another year or two.