Ugh. First day of classes = rain. OBVIOUSLY.
On a positive note, I liked both of my professors today, and my work schedule is no where near as hectic as last semester. I also have the potential to get six different first aid certifications, which is awesome. My issue with my own blood aside, emergency care/EMT is something that I'm keeping in mind if PT doesn't pan out.
I'm not taking as many hours as I'd like, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do, because the people in charge are idiots.
Yeah, old news is old.
I have a lot of personal homework to do this semester, which includes figuring out if I want to take the summer and go beat out my 40+ hours of volunteer work that I need for my grad school applications and take classes online, or if I want to stay at school and work for another summer. My bank account points to staying and working. We'll see.
I also have to count up my credits and ballpark my graduation date. 2012 is looking grim, I must say. Fucking pre-recs are fucking up my plans, okay?
And then there's the GRE. I've heard mixed reviews about this. I went to public school in Florida; I fear no man's standardized test. But this is grad school we're talking about, so one would assume that years of FCAT and a slightly above average SAT score would not a prepared applicant make. But then again, I'm real good at faking it. Again, we'll see.
I also have to watch my idiot sister like a hawk, because she screwed up her GPA, messing around with various and sundry boy-things. I know I can't baby-sit her all the time, but if she doesn't pull this up, she'll lose scholarships and insurance and all sorts of fun stuff. Sadly, she's at the age where she's a legal adult and will remind you of that fact at every turn.
Bottom line, being an adult is hard. Alcohol is easy. Take that as you will.
::falls facedown on the bed::
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