Friday

Ok, so it's Friday, my second week of Willamette, and my first week of classes.
I've had a stressful period concerning classes and so many worries.
But I think they're over.
At least for now.

I was generally happy with all of my classes except for Rites of Passage, which I dropped for

Introduction to Renaissance and Early Modern Art.

Rites of Passage was the one class I was really excited about because it is a joint class

between Willamette and TIUA students. But the first reading article assigned was ridiculous. I feel sorry for the

Japanese students because even I had a difficult time. I like the professor because he is a really nice guy and I know the class will be an easy 'A' because we have to go at the TIUA students' pace, but. I feel like I'm wasting my time. I couldn't bring myself to read the article because I don't feel like the content is important. I also found out later that I didn't really need the class either because I already fulfilled the Mode of Inquiry: Understanding Society requirement at school.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm digging myself into a bigger hole just because I know that I'm giving up an easy 'A' for more work. After meeting the professor, I know just how tough art history class will be tough. The professor was upset that I missed the first two classes (aka I have ALOT of catching up to do!) But I'm thankful that she pulled me in despite all of the odds. I will have to work very hard!

Writing this entry makes me realize just how much I overthink things because I was freaking out before, but my worries seem insignificant now that everything has worked out. ^^;

Talking to the freshmen earlier this afteroon also made me realize that I was never bored at Willamette. Well, sometimes I am bored in classes or meetings, but I was never bored when I had my own free time...eh, I keep myself busy enough! :)

My friends are all at the Beta Beach Blast right now. I actually went with them just to take a look and see what it was like... I left maybe five minutes after. It wasn't that great. I couldn't get into the dancing and music and the longer I stayed, the lamer I would feel because I wasn't really dancing. It makes me feel bad, but.

There's always a next time right?
I just need to get super wasted so I can lose my sense of self.
Drunk people are free to go nuts.
They have no shame. :)