The semester starts in two weeks. This means:
That the EMT class starts in two weeks. Oh man oh God. We're trying to get more people registered. We're trying to iron out all the details. It is currently still very wrinkly. Eep.
That I need to decide what I'm doing with housing. I'll be sad to give up my beautiful room and kitchen, but for my own emotional and mental health, I need to be where my friends are.
That I need to see what's up with this ambulance company. They're asking that I go part-time, and I don't know if I can do that. They're asking me to miss the first week of classes to go to orientation, and I don't know if I can do that, especially since I am shopping quite a few classes. I'm already going to be working most every Sunday at BU, and I don't want to put my academics in danger. More to come.
That I am leaving my home again. Because I had a bad fall semester, I have LOVED being home. Doing puzzles, seeing hometown friends, baking with my family--and I don't want to leave. Which is why I'm trying to arrange for everything to go well this semester with housing so that I get off to a good start.
Bleh. My life. Not nearly as much EMS as I would like, but there's time yet.
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