My major requires that I take a foreign language.
1. Because I was dumb and didn't think to choose a major that didn't require one.
2. Because I once was a major that didn't require one.
3. Because I thought I could put it off and put it off until it magically disappeared.
...is why I'm spending this last year of school slaving over Italian.
I really don't have an interest in learning Italian. But Spanish or any other language would cause me to have to drive to Lexington five days a week. And I don't have the money nor the stamina required to do such a thing.
So that's how my first day of classes went. Me in Italian learning how to say what my name is and what my hobbies are.
I also may or may not have put off my math requirement until this year.
I know! My procrastination skills are EPIC...let me just tell you.
But thankfully I'm in the dumb math that doesn't care if you are going on to take calculus. Which means I wasn't terribly bored by voting theory yesterday.
Other notes of interest: my history professor is a total NUT. I mean this lady is crazy. In a I'm kinda terrified yet also amused and it's weirding me out kind of way. However I love the heck out of my English professor, who I've now had for 3 semesters in a row, I hope she doesn't think I'm stalking her.
I'm also on the verge of being very broke and running the balance way up on my credit cards. But that's another story for another day.
Bright light at the end of the day? My car. My gloriously fun to drive car. I'm in love.