Posted by Rebecca
Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:23:00 GMT
Yesterday I decided to look at the Summer 2008 course schedule because hey, I only have five classes left until I earn my degree. So hey, I need to figure out what I’m going to choose to learn in the next year.
So I clicked around and looked at Spanish classes (I lack two foreign language credits) and then I hopped on over to the English classes.
Nifty. They are offering the creative writing class I dropped this spring at the end of the summer. Am I crazy enough to attempt it in five weeks when trying to handle it over the course of four months didn’t work? I just might be.
Then I noticed that the English department is offering a course on Jane Austen, who is one of the three British authors I can actually stand to read and even enjoy (the other two being William Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde). This would be a class I would really love to take and it isn’t offered very often. It would also count towards my degree, but so would the creative writing course. Since I don’t want to take more classes than necessary for my degree, I may be forced to pick and choose here.
You may be wondering, “But why can’t you take the Jane Austen class this summer and take the creative writing class in the fall?”
Well, technically I could, except that I also want to take “History of the English Language” in the fall. I have only two elective English courses left, so you can see here where I may feel a little stuck.
I thought it over last night, and decided that I will choose one track (creative writing 1 and 2) or the other (Jane Austen and History of English Language) to take before I complete my degree. Then, once I have the beautiful piece of parchment that costs a ton of money and time and blood and sweat and tears, I will go back and take the other two classes as a non-degree seeker because UT will still pay for them.
If I still work here.
There’s some risk involved. Do I take creative writing classes (which I’ve professed is my dream) or do I take stuff I’d really love to learn and be exposed to? Which one is more important to me?
You may be wondering, “But if creative writing is your dream, then wouldn’t that be the obvious choice?”
For a logical person of static thought and character, yes. But I’m not really any of those things and I’ve been doing more soul searching lately and for the first time in forever I’m not sure about the writing thing. That’s all I know right now. I don’t know why I’m not sure, or how I came to be not sure, I just know that I’m not sure.
Choices and decisions. A possible dream on the line. A possible opportunity to make a decision I’ll later regret.
The next few weeks will be filled with nights where I lay awake until the wee hours mulling this over, because that’s just the kinda gal I am.
It will be fun.
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Posted by Rebecca
Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:50:00 GMT
Fairly recent, very interesting news.
Phil, thanks for sending this my way.
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Posted by Rebecca
Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:40:00 GMT
The twenty-six days that have lapsed since I last posted have been interesting and would have likely made for some very intriguing posts.
Too bad I didn’t feel like writing.
See, I have this uncanny knack for taking simple things and creating pressure out of them. Like writing.
Writing is simple. I love it. When I put my mind to it, I write pretty well. And I have good ideas.
But my writing is never good enough for me. And I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s never going to be. Because I’m slightly insane and have perfectionist tendencies. C’est la vie.
So instead of avoiding writing, I’m just going to proceed with vomiting words all over the internet like I used to.
Hmmm. Apparently I digress easily also.
Here’s a long rambling summary of the last 26 days of my life.
States of mind: Depressed, confused, pissed, frustrated, jealous, excited, content, exuberant, stifled, frightened, happy, peaceful, hateful.
Becky and I are moving into an adorable duplex not far from our current apartment. As a result, I’m damn near broke and loving how God keeps supplying all my needs. He rocks, as always. Like that time yesterday when He brought to mind my spare change jar that I keep in my room. The coin count revealed over a hundred bucks in change that I’m going to use to pay my emergency room bill from Christmas. Yay for not getting a nasty black mark on my credit record!
I’m trucking like the doo dah man once told me you got to play your hand. Sometimes the cards ain’t worth a dime if you don’t lay em’ down.
I love how Grateful Dead lyrics often fit my state of mind. Perhaps I should be scared instead.
Dom and I are doing well. Things are quickly going slow and I’m ever so excitingly frightened.
I’m enjoying not having a class. My head would be bald and scabby from me yanking out my hair by the roots if I was still in the class. And having to pack. And having to move. And answer hard questions about relationships. And study the book of Daniel. Talk about happy headache.
I’m wrapping up my spring break vacation which saw me driving to Big D and back to visit my sis, packing up most of my room, and hanging out with Caroline’s bridal party on Friday to figure out where we’re going to put the tables when we set up for her reception in May. I ate a lot of fried food on Fryday but apparently that’s ok because H. Werle told me I looked skinny today which pretty much made my week.
I’m still upset about my face. Not sure why it’s freaking out but plan to see a dermatologist for it after the move. When I have time and money again.
I voted in the primary. w00t!
I’m going camping over Easter and will be doing lots of geocaching because no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to rid myself of my nerdy tendencies.
I’m studying astronomy from a hebraic perspective. It’s been fun and enlightening. We’ll see how it turns out.
I affixed my TxTag to my car. Finally. After having it for two months.
My toenails got a fresh coat of paint yesterday, and the warm sunny weather confirmed to me that I somehow need to get a little tan. Because man, talk about pasty.
I met Heather Armstrong. She signed my poopie list. Thanks for helping with that, Caroline.
It’s been a great 26 days. I learned a lot, but apparently I never learned when to stop. ;)
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