School started again on Monday.
Religion is on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It's pretty cool so far. The teacher is a darling older man with slightly spastic tendencies and a great sense of humor. Plus, I have the class with Kelsey, so that's definitely a bonus.
I have Italian II every day but Friday. The professor says maybe two sentences in English during each class, and all of the students forgot what we learned in Italian I over the summer. Dr. Kilpatrick is nice, and every time he displays something on the projector, we get to see his wallpaper, which is an absolutely adorable picture of his son eating an apple.
I have dance appreciation on Tuesday and Thursday. The teacher has an ideal dancer's body, and she's hilarious. If you are friends with me on Facebook and notice a lot of status updates around noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they're usually quotes from the class. She also gets us to think about things in a different light, which I always love.
I also have public relations on Tuesdays and Thursdays (yes, those days are torture). Dr. Reber even admits that he's not sure what will come out of his mouth sometimes. He conducts the class kind of like a talk show where the host interacts with the audience on a regular basis.
While I'm not in class, I work (still loving the job and my co-workers) and bond with my super sweet new roomie Amy. Oh, and I hang out with my amazing family and friends. I honestly think that I'm in the best place ever with my friends. We don't take advantage of each other and don't walk on eggshells. I don't feel drained after I talk to any of them, and I'm not afraid to voice my concerns. I don't feel like a therapist; I feel like a friend, an equal. That's what happens when you find people who actually act their ages or even older instead of... You know... Twelve.
I'm finishing up my application to Grady on Tuesday by writing an essay about why I'd be a good addition to the school. Any suggestions?
Oh, and I made Dean's List this semester! Considering the fact that I couldn't even get out of bed about a year ago, I feel pretty beast.
Religion is on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It's pretty cool so far. The teacher is a darling older man with slightly spastic tendencies and a great sense of humor. Plus, I have the class with Kelsey, so that's definitely a bonus.
I have Italian II every day but Friday. The professor says maybe two sentences in English during each class, and all of the students forgot what we learned in Italian I over the summer. Dr. Kilpatrick is nice, and every time he displays something on the projector, we get to see his wallpaper, which is an absolutely adorable picture of his son eating an apple.
I have dance appreciation on Tuesday and Thursday. The teacher has an ideal dancer's body, and she's hilarious. If you are friends with me on Facebook and notice a lot of status updates around noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they're usually quotes from the class. She also gets us to think about things in a different light, which I always love.
I also have public relations on Tuesdays and Thursdays (yes, those days are torture). Dr. Reber even admits that he's not sure what will come out of his mouth sometimes. He conducts the class kind of like a talk show where the host interacts with the audience on a regular basis.
While I'm not in class, I work (still loving the job and my co-workers) and bond with my super sweet new roomie Amy. Oh, and I hang out with my amazing family and friends. I honestly think that I'm in the best place ever with my friends. We don't take advantage of each other and don't walk on eggshells. I don't feel drained after I talk to any of them, and I'm not afraid to voice my concerns. I don't feel like a therapist; I feel like a friend, an equal. That's what happens when you find people who actually act their ages or even older instead of... You know... Twelve.
I'm finishing up my application to Grady on Tuesday by writing an essay about why I'd be a good addition to the school. Any suggestions?
Oh, and I made Dean's List this semester! Considering the fact that I couldn't even get out of bed about a year ago, I feel pretty beast.