It’s happened. My last first day of school. Class roster:
Civil War and Reconstruction
Shakespeare: Studies in the Bard
Honors: The American 1950s
Honors Capstone (project of my choice)
It should be a fun semester. There isn’t one class on that list that I’m not taking by choice/because I’ll enjoy it.
Additionally, I think I should tell you that I didn’t get the Teach for America position. Extremely disappointing, especially because the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that I could excel at leading a classroom, but I’ll survive. I’m thinking now (in a rapid, Holly-esque turnaround) that I might like to intern in a MN congressperson’s office. It’s a pipe dream, but I’d like to get into politics someday (even just the minor leagues), and this seems like a good place to start.
My friends, I just left a riveting game of “Things” to write this post.
Before that was “Risk,” which I lost, due to my apparent lack of military strategy.
Before that were the Golden Globes. (It seems that I need to go see The Artist. Anyone?)
And before that, at around noon, I arrived on campus, where I plan to remain for quite a while.
Salzburg, bless its heart, didn’t feel like college the way my school here does. Salzburg felt like a strange, extended vacation, with some learning thrown in for good measure. It’s good to be back among those who wear hooded sweatshirts to class, those who think a late night trip to Jose’s for burritos is a thrill, those who celebrate when the temperature climbs above thirty.
Yes, I think I can be happy here for the next three semesters.