I tried to update yesterday. Gremlins ate my journal entry!
I've been holed up in the library all day. Again. Same as yesterday, the day before, and the 3-12 days before that. I've lost all track of time in here. I was supposed to meet my advisor today. Forgot. He sent me the PIN I need in order to register, but since I haven't turned in my Declaration of Major yet, I still can't register. Shitty...
So I'm going to meet with another prof tomorrow, who hopefully will be slightly better equipped to notice holes in my transcript, and let me know if my Four Year Plan looks okay.
It's scary, declaring my major. I've known for a while that Political Science is my thing. But I still have trepidations. There's a certain irrevocability inherant in this: I must fill out a form, sign it, have my advisor sign it, and turn it in to the Registrar. This sure feels like something important. And I feel kind of like I'm sleeping through it all, secreted away in the bowels of the Fun Dome, reading book after book about the Russo-Japanese War.
I want this to be over, so I can feel like I have a life again. But at the same time, I know that between now and then a great deal of work must be done.
I've been holed up in the library all day. Again. Same as yesterday, the day before, and the 3-12 days before that. I've lost all track of time in here. I was supposed to meet my advisor today. Forgot. He sent me the PIN I need in order to register, but since I haven't turned in my Declaration of Major yet, I still can't register. Shitty...
So I'm going to meet with another prof tomorrow, who hopefully will be slightly better equipped to notice holes in my transcript, and let me know if my Four Year Plan looks okay.
It's scary, declaring my major. I've known for a while that Political Science is my thing. But I still have trepidations. There's a certain irrevocability inherant in this: I must fill out a form, sign it, have my advisor sign it, and turn it in to the Registrar. This sure feels like something important. And I feel kind of like I'm sleeping through it all, secreted away in the bowels of the Fun Dome, reading book after book about the Russo-Japanese War.
I want this to be over, so I can feel like I have a life again. But at the same time, I know that between now and then a great deal of work must be done.