Today was lots of fun. I had four communication classes. :) The things that I am most excited about this semester are learning about photojournalism and creating a web site all by myself. (Okay, so there is a computer program that will help, but I should be able to make one with out other people after this class.) Maybe at the end of the semester, I can apply some of what I learn to this blog to make it more original. Maybe not. It all depends on what exactly I end out learning both in and out of class.
The bad news is the professor who teaches the course I want to audit seems to be really dragging his feet on the idea. I just told him that I'd show up for the first class then if it works out then great, if not then... well, I should be able to hide out in the air vents without too much trouble. Ha ha. I really do want to listen in on that course though. My schedule might not do well with the extra 3 hrs. though, so ce la vie.
The best part of being back is the people though. It is easy to forget how the friends here have already become a second family to me. Though, I don't really want to think about how any of my friends would be related to me... They are both older and younger, more and less mature, more and less knowledgeable, cynical and overly trusting... They are part of my generation. They are part of that group that remembers the tragedies that occurred while we were still in our school days: Columbine, 9/11, Virginia Tech. They remember the good things too though: watching Power Rangers and Captain Planet, digging prizes out of cereal boxes, stomping around in light-up shoes. Older generations view these experiences from a distance, while the newer generations look off in the direction of new things and new experiences that are just now beginning to unravel before our eyes. But what we knew in our youth has shaped us. It has helped make us who we are, for better or worse.
Either way, back to what I was going to say...
Right now I'm trying to enact my New Year's Resolutions with my return to college. The structured schedule seems to help keep me on track better. I've been reading a lot, checking out ways to mellow out and this evening I exercised with two friends. One, who is on a post-husband-deployment plan, is aiming to shape up her legs; the other, who is a determined chic who got the bum end of the metabolic-stick, wants to be able to fit into a size smaller in dresses by the time spring formal rolls around. Both are good goals. I just want to be able to run more, longer and harder. Okay, maybe I want a bit out of this. I can be very competitive with myself sometimes. At least this competitiveness bodes well for my goals for the year.
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