Classes are really taking it out of me. I’m graduating in the spring, but I occasionally wonder if I’ll survive that long. (Pro tip: I’m not in any actual danger of dying.) I’m more than a little bit frustrated with my graduation requirements, and how many of them I have left. I’ll spare you the details, but I end up having to take 18 credits in my final semester, whereas the intention is that a student will take 15 credits for 8 semesters and graduate right on schedule. I can’t remember a 15 credit semester.
I turned 22 last weekend. It was relatively uneventful. I hung out quietly with friends. I always intend to get rested on weekends, but I never end up doing it. Oh well.