Life sometimes gets so ridiculously ironic that you have to laugh. Amidst all the stress, the anxiety, the tension, etc. you have to laugh. I have to laugh, or I probably wouldn't make it very far, this I know.
This was a tricky semester for me. I've been speculating for the last couple weeks since my first grade came in, about what I could've done to change it. But I know myself; I know me. I made some bad choices, and over again, I'd probably make more bad choices.
News Reporting and Writing was my favorite class. I actually looked forward to that class. I enjoyed my time in that class. I actually felt like I was learning useful things in that class. I never thought I'd get a C in that class. The one class I thoroughly enjoyed this semester.
All semester long I was worried about my biology class. That is something to worry about, for me. A class full of writing? Not so much. A class full of scientific anything? Definitely a point of concern. The funny part is, I took that class satisfactory/non, and I was "satisfactory". Now, the class in my major is what's biting me in the butt.
And there's nothing I can do but pray, and wait. The semester starts in 13 days, and I don't know if I'm going back. I'm 26 credits away from a degree.
So much is up in the air, and so much would seem not to make sense if I don't go back, but I'm trusting...or attempting to trust that if it's not this, there's something else.
It's confusing to feel that you've found your path, and then suddenly it changes...but you don't even know what you're moving towards. So I wonder, what am I moving towards?
