I might be a little too optimistic about this semester, it's scary.
The thing is, I KNOW that these classes are not going to be a slice of ________ (insert dessert). I have to keep on convincing myself to keep my hopes and optimisms low, I feel heartbreak coming if I don't. Mostly I'm just having an internal war.
I love my schedule, not necessarily the things within the schedule, but the outline of it. Being done by noon everyday is going to treat me well. Having solid blocks of class and study time will be good, it almost makes me giddy.
I'm taking Chemistry again and yes, it is still the devils subject and is suppose to be even more so this semester. People claim that Chem II is the worst of all the Chemistry's. But.... (here comes the optimism. The optimism that should not be used when in the presence of Chemistry) I think I might survive. There are a few of us that were in the same class last semester with the pony-tailed-one-earingged-professor, including my unnecessarily patient partner (we'll be in the same group this time round too, and if we aren't, all hell will break loose) and they know their stuff. My plan is to read the chapter before class and actually write in my workbook. I've already read about Metals. Go me.
I haven't taken a math class in two years (ish) and so, I have no idea what to expect in my stats class. It's weird feeling this relaxed about it. All I know is that my textbook has two (I'm guessing: Parent) penguins that are cuddling a baby penguin (aww... presh) on the front cover. That's a good sign..... Until the Orca jumps out of the water and eats them! Yeah, I don't know what to expect. At least my professor wears cool vests.
I also got an internship. Huzzah. And it's paid. Double Huzzah. I've only been once, but it was awesome. It was great to be thrown into something new. I feel like a pro already. Need an ultrasound? Oh don't worry, I can do that. Want me to shock your muscles into a numb state? Done. Need some exercise tips? Wait for a couple more weeks after I have all those memorized (there are close to a gazillion) and I will gladly train you. Cool huh? I even have a new nickname (surprise surprise). K-Train. Can't stop the K-Train.
Another optimism: I'm convinced I'm going to go the U (of U) next fall. The constant thought of it has made it weird to picture myself still where I'm at this time next year. I can't even think of any down falls. Nope. All of my credits are going to transfer over with no problem, I'll find a living space (in Salt Lake. Mmm) without any heart ache or stress, I'll get a sweet job at el hospital where they'll pay for half of my tuition, etc etc. <-- Obviously this is all just a figment of my imagination. If only all that junk was easy. I hope it all happens that easily/happily, that would be prime. I just want to be there NOW.
After a few calculations, I've come to the conclusion (if all goes to plan) that I will be graduating in 3, THREE semesters, but then I have grad school (maybe).
Optimism #X: The Jazz. They are back in business. If they keep this up, I might forgive them for some previous games...
All I know is that this semester is starting out way better than last semester.
I just figured something out. I know why I'm feeling so good. I'm still on my Disneyland high.
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