"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Spring Semester Day One

~Whoever is in a hurry shows that the thing he is about is too big for him.
~Lord Chesterfield

Everyone knows what that first day of school is like. I wan't so much nervous this semester. Honestly, I could hardly believe it was really starting all over again.

It's the checking your schedule ten times on the way to class so you don't have to have it out when you're wandering around trying to find your class-so you can pretend like you know what you're doing. Or walking into class having no idea what to expect and knowing you can't stand in the doorway too long trying to decide where to sit. Or sitting in class trying to look composed while you silently pray you are in the right classroom in the right building with the right teacher and subject. Or trying not to look to obvious as you watch everyone come in and try to remember who was in what class with you and gauging which people would be the easiest/nicest to work with on the inevitable group project.

So I have two classes this semester. It scares me just a little that that is considered full-time. I have a copy editing class at ten and a British Romanticism class at noon. Which means four straight hours of sitting in the basement of the same building-no internet, no cell phone reception, no sunlight, and it leads to me wanting to do jumping jacks in the middle of class cuz I hate sitting still that long.

Both my teachers had wonderful ratings online and they both seem great. I really think the teacher makes a big difference in a class. I think it is kind of funny but also kind of sad that, waiting for class to start, everyone was talking about what teachers in the major were good and which weren't so good-which gave lots of work and which they would never take again. But my editing teacher is known to give lots of work. I bought like six books for that class. We have a good list of homework for everyday. It's supposedly not busy work so I hope it's good.

What's getting me through is the fact that it's only a seven week semester! Amazing! And that I get Tuesdays and Thursdays off... though I feel like I have so much time I don't need to start working yet... that's probably not so good :)

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