I can’t believe I haven’t written since January 4, but in a way, I can. So far 2011’s been pretty uneventful, and honestly, I’ve had enough happen in the last three years that I think that’s okay.
This semester I’m taking three English classes: Renaissance and Modern Drama, American Short Story and Medieval Literature (my favorite by far); the rest of my 19 hours are elective classes: Ballroom Dance (yes!), Manual Communication (a.k.a Sign Language), Intro to Theatre and World Religions. I have to admit it’s really strange not having any classes in Jeter this semester, no history classes for the first time in my now-four years here at Montevallo. It’s kind of sad, but oh well. It’s hard to believe that in a little more than three months, I’ll be done with my undergraduate career.
When did I grow up?
Other than school, I’ve been intermittently playing video games, reading, and I’m pleased to say that writing has become more of a habit of mine again (obviously except for here). I’ve gotten a creative streak back (figures, since I’m taking 19 hours this semester – sob) and it’s nice. I was beginning to lose hope.
And I’ve been crocheting, working hard to finish a baby blanket that should’ve been finished months ago. Distractions, distractions.
Well, I suppose that’s it. I haven’t seen any life-changing movies lately, not since Tangled on New Year’s Day. I cried three times. Oh, and I found out the bump on my head isn’t cancer. That was nice.
I’ll try to update more, I promise.
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