It's my senior year and I'm kinda freaking out because I'm not freaking out. Instead, I'm calm. I'm composed. I'm self-aware and properly situated somewhere between nervous and ready.
And, ok, technically, my senior year started last Spring with my trip to South Africa, but that was "there" and not "here". Also it completely ruins the subtly of my narrative arc. So, please... drop it.
There's still something(s) to be said about my trip to South Africa and how it's not only changed me as a person (which, it has), but how it's had an effect on my relationships, my daily conversations, my interactions with strangers. Everything is political - everything SEEMS political - and I fight to address things with proper context and proportion.
And I'll be getting into that piece by piece over time, I'm sure, as I can't seem to stop talking about it. For now, though, I've got one school year left - 9 months (or thereabouts) before I am awarded a degree. That's sort of exciting. I bet there'll be a party with balloons and loved ones and bacon-flavored everything.
Consider yourself invited.
For now, though, I've got the task of completing roughly 30 credit hours of classes before early May of 2015. And that's not nearly as simple as it sounds.
School this fall consists of 5 classes; American Political Parties, Constitutional Rights & Liberties, Race & Public Policy, The Modern Novel, and a re-entry course for our South Africa. Outside of school, I'm volunteering at two high schools as a brass instructor for their competitive marching bands. I've also been hired as a contributing writer for recruiter.com.
Thus far, two whole and entire weeks in, I'm managing ok. I'm sleeping well (sort of), eating well (sort of), and even managing to find free time here and there (see: sleeping well). Mid-terms will be the true test (ha!) of how well I've been juggling my responsibilities and I look forward to that test when it comes. Until then, I've got a lot of work to do.
Here I go. Again.
