I’m finally excited for school, even if it’s already two days into the semester. I’m sitting in the University Center reading a paper on epistemology’s influence on cultural development and listening to the student run radio station broadcasting from the room just behind me. I have a leadership/officers meeting for Student Feminist Organization in 15 minutes, after which I will head to Rec for some cardio and then a group fitness class called “Booty Bar” in the dance studio/room. Then later, I’m having friends over for some homemade tacos and beer.
Aside from all of the activities and work and exercising that i’ll be busying myself with, I am really excited for my classes this semester. I ended up switching out of Human Variation and into Latin American Perspectives and Studies. I’m kinda intimidated by my courses this semester, but i feel like I’m up for the challenge. I thinkkkk I’ll be able to take on all of the research papers and readings and French-perfecting. I can do it. Can’t I?
I know I can try my best. I know that’s what I have always wanted to do.