Yay! First day of the semester. Last semester I’ll be at this lovely little school.

It’s hard not to think ahead, to imagine what next semester will be like at Chico State, never mind that it’s all dependent on whether I pass my Math class. My mind is nowhere where it should be–I’d rather be in the Habari IRC room instead of here right now. After all, who knows what they’re going to decide on without me!

At least my schedule is a little easier than I thought it would be. Apparently, not enough people wanted to take International Contemporary Modern Art–From the 1980s Forward, so my art history class was dropped. I needed it to fill a requirement to transfer as a Junior, but I’m not too worried about it. I’m sure Chico State has a lit class that will fill the same requirement.

It’s a bit strange not to have a full load–my first thought whe n finding out my class canceled was to find another one. I’m sure there’s a lit class open in the same time. But my mum assured me I didn’t have to fill the gap, and I’ll get to work more this semester. Which is good, since I need that money.

But I’m left with only three classes. And that just makes me feel lame. Maybe I’ll help tutor my sister’s English 300 (1A) class. She’ll need the help, and her teacher–who I made her enroll with–likes me. And I’ll probably need a letter of recomendation soon, and no time like the present to start brown-nosing.