allielujah snapped

Classes started back on Monday. I didn’t have a class until 10:10, which led me to believe I could sleep in. This, though, was a completely ridiculous thought. After driving around for about thirty minutes in the parking lot on the side of campus that is the home to my Monday/Wednesday classes, I finally said forget it and drove to the other side of campus. That, truly, was still an adventure and I was only able to quit the journey after creeping behind a girl who (I had hoped) was walking to her car to leave. Thank goodness that was what happened; I’m not sure what I would have done otherwise.

Even with all of that experience, I still had at least twenty minutes before class started, so I was able to relax in the LRC, though I spent quite a bit of that time wishing I still had my job instead of relaxing like the plan was.

My first class was my children with special needs class. It’s my first practicum and my first time working with children with special needs, so the idea of it makes me rather nervous. The two classes this week have gone well, though. (I say two though I suppose it is technically four, since the lecture class and the practicum class are separate classes, one right after the other.

Then I get a break, which found my back at the LRC where I tried to eat lunch, though I was still all nervous over first day back to classes. It’s so odd to me that, at twenty-two, I still get nervous before school starts. I would like to hope that feeling would just eventually go away.

My next class should go well. It’s parental guidance and we’ll be talking a lot about different ways to discipline kids and I could really use help in that matter. The reason I ended my nannying gig was because I could never get control over them. Granted, that family is going through an incredibly rough patch right now which is the reason behind the children constantly head-butting me throughout every detail. While I understand that, I just could not return to just end up crying before I left. But that really has nothing to do with my classes, so I’ll quit the side note.

I had this professor last spring and loved her. Her classes are interesting and the work is easy. As long as you do the work, you’ll do well. Plus, she’s adorable.

Mondays are my late days, with classes from 10:10 AM till 9:30 PM.  While I hate that I’m on campus so much, I greatly enjoy my two Monday only classes so I’m hoping that knowledge will help me get over the “being on campus all day” ughness.

The first of those two classes is sign language and I already love it. I know one person in there, which is cool. We have to know how to count to ten and our alphabet in sign language by our next meeting. I have the counting down but I keep forgetting a letter or two. I haven’t really looked over it too much, though, since our next meeting isn’t until the 14th. (Speaking of the 14th, I have my first test that day. And another one later that week. Why are they giving tests out so early this semester?)

My last class on Mondays is my library science course. It’s over young adult literature and seems like it will be really interesting. We have to read 10 books, 5 of our choosing. With each book, we have to do a little scrapbook page that describes the book. We can take images out of the book for decorations and include a short synapsis or a book review. I’m all excited about the whole deal.

In all of those classes, though, I have to give a presentation of some sort. In my children with special needs class, a partner and I will be discussing ADHD. For my final in sign language, I have to sign along to a song or a children’s book. Sign language, in general, will probably have me in front of the class more often than I would like. While I like my classes, this messes with my head a lot and makes me dread them slightly to a lot, depending. I need to get over the public speaking fear, I suppose. 

My only Tuesday/Thursday class is art appreciation. It’s in a horrible lecture hall with completely uncomfortable seating. But the teacher seems nice and at least I’m greatly interested in the subject matter. I have about an hour, actually, till I need to head over there so I can find a descent spot. We have six exams in there (the first in two weeks), so I’m hoping I can do well and pull an A out of this class to substitute the D I have from a previous class. I hate that I have to take this class again just because I skipped so often the first time. We only had two exams, one I received an A on, the other a B. But I forgot she took points off for not attending lecture. But at least I’m not a skipper anymore. Unless it’s my birthday, but that should be everyone’s right.

This schedule is tiring right now. I know I’ll get used to it eventually, but I’m just so worn out from being on campus all day and having so much information thrown into my head. I had a migraine on Monday and Tuesday from all of it, but things went better yesterday so here’s to hoping that continues.

And while I won’t be partaking in NaBloPoMo this month, I will try to make a better habit of updating. I miss the blogosphere, I truly do. I just need to figure out this new routine. And have a week that doesn’t have my and Maxwell going to his mother’s house or my mom and step-dad coming down to give us their old living room set. On another note, I love his mother greatly and enjoy her visits and our living room looks awesome now and not mushed together. So while these things are incredibly awesome, I need a weekend where I don’t do anything. We’re going back to his mother’s this weekend though so I gotta wait a little while longer before that will happen.