School House Rock!

I had a meeting with Dr. Shaw yesterday to talk about
my options when it comes to getting a BA within the
next two years and I got some pretty exciting news...
Turns out I don't have to switch my degree, (that is what
I thought I was going to have to do in order to get out of
here quicker). I am going to be able to keep on pursuing a
degree in Vocal Performance and more than likely, with a
little God-Given-Luck, I will graduate in May of '09 with a
Bachelors Degree in Vocal Performance. I am very happy about
this. I thought I was going to have to be here until 2010 to get
that degree.

Talked to Dr. Karlton, my academic advisor, and she said that
as long as I am willing to take a course or two over Christmas
Break and even summer break I should be good to go by '09.
Thank goodness. I am getting too old to be here at this school.
The freshmen this year just look so young. It scares me.

I have Biology Lab in about 40 minutes. I'm not looking forward to
that at all. I will be attending my very first evening class tonight.
Systematic Theology. That should be an adventure. Oh yeah.
Not sure how that is gonna turn out.

I'll be fine. This semester is going to be very interesting.

I miss the life.

I was just thinking how dang much I miss life being simple.
When summer consisted of begging my mom to go to the
pool or lake and going "back to school" was simply going
back to school. My summers have suddenly transformed
into long nights hanging out with friends and even longer
nights goofing around with my sister's. Bonding. With friends.
With family. Growing closer. Yet trying to build the walls higher.
Back to school for me no longer means going out to buy new clothes
a back pack and lunchbox and pencils. No sir. Back to school is now
filled with heartbreak and tears. Spending long nights saying bye to
friends. Short emotionless goodbyes to the family. Clinging tight to
my niece before I leave hoping that her and her brother won't forget
who I am before I see them again. Back to school means crying for 2
hours as I make the journey back to campus. Crying at night when I
realize that I really do miss my mom. my sisters.
These days it seems that things just get
harder. Tougher. I no longer have that child-like mentality
where alll I want to do all day long is watch cartoons, eat ice-cream
and play with my barbie dolls. No. I have real issues. Although at times
it feels as if I am in highschool.
Growing up is just too stressful. I wanna go back. haha