The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Isn’t that how the saying goes?
Except when it doesn’t.
Clever, I know. (I’ll be getting my Ph.D in philosophy in May)
This week I dropped my Spanish class and with it, my Spanish minor. Oh, the two don’t go hand in hand, but if I would be keeping it, I would have stayed and worked my butt off to pass that class. I know that it sounds like I was just giving up . . . making a break for it. Getting goin’ when the goin’ got tough. It was a hard desicion for me. I’ve always taken the hard classes, the difficult ones that made me stressed come test time. But this is college. I’m already accepted! I don’t need the spiffy review? Right?!
…I hope so.
I entered my Spanish class last semester and found everything review and didn’t learn anything. Review was great, but it ruined my chances this year. I entered my class a little over three weeks ago and found that I was behind… a lot. I was feeling super stressed. The less stress you have in college = the better. Then I considered that there were better minors out there for my Visual Communications major.
I felt lost. WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE?! Ahem! Sorry. It was kinda like this:
Except I felt like this… and I’m pretty sure I looked like this too:
Ok, ok, enough of the pity party.
Today in my oil painting studio, I was talking with fellow student (because when you’re together just painting, you tend to talk a lot) She’s a year ahead of me and mentioned that I should look into a minor in Graphic Arts Technology.
I have. I love it! Also, a minor in Digital Publishing.
So so so so so!!!! Excited!!!!
Now… I just need to make an appointment with my departmental advisor to decide which one is for me 🙂