Don’t worry, I’m not going to start talking about all that is crappy with my life again. But today was my first day of classes and oh boy, has my anxiety kicked in. I suppose I’ve always had anxiety about school but I didn’t realize what it was until I was in college. More specifically, until I started going to a prestigious university where the standards are higher and professors assume you have unlimited time to work on their class alone.
I’m pursuing a minor in anthropology which basically means that other than a select few requirements, I get to choose most of my courses. Due to a computer glitch last year, I was slated to register last for fall term and got stuck in a graduate level archaeology class. I survived and decided to take another one this semester because it’s being taught by the same professor. I did enjoy the course from last semester even though it involved copious amounts of reading and at times I thought I would collapse in a big heap on the floor due to repeated thinking I wasn’t smart enough to be in the class. And knowing all this, I STILL signed up for another round. I know, I know. Way to make smart decisions!
Our first class was tonight and I walked out with chest pains, even though all we did was go over the syllabus. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m aware that I’m just feeling overwhelmed, like on top of everything else I deal with, now I have to participate in a graduate level course that isn’t even related to my major. I haven’t broken down yet, but give a girl time.
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