After a week of emails and planning, I have finally chosen my fall courses at VCU. Or had chosen, that is, until approximately 13h00 this afternoon when I discovered that every Women's Studies course I had planned on taking was suddenly either no longer being offered or being offered at a time that conflicted with another necessary class.
In a past life this would have resulted in an instantaneous explosion of expletives and angry emails, but this afternoon the discovery only resulted in a resigned "Well this sucks" as I began to try to piece together a new schedule and send out emails to verify the choices were sound.
It wasn't until 2 hours later as I was navigating my way through Bouffay on my way to the Jardin des Plantes that I realized this reaction had been atypical.
I will not lie to you, the only solution I could find is one that scares me - I will be forced to take 2 senior capstones in the fall and turn out 2 intensive research papers. It will mean my return to the constant cycle of work that I've managed a brief escape from this semester. But I remind myself that this is necessary. And still there is this lingering fear that I will somehow be unable to return back to the cycle, that when I try to go back that I will no longer fit into it. But it's necessary to go back, necessary to finish. Necessary is the word used. Necessary. I hold onto it like a prayer.
In a past life this would have resulted in an instantaneous explosion of expletives and angry emails, but this afternoon the discovery only resulted in a resigned "Well this sucks" as I began to try to piece together a new schedule and send out emails to verify the choices were sound.
It wasn't until 2 hours later as I was navigating my way through Bouffay on my way to the Jardin des Plantes that I realized this reaction had been atypical.
I will not lie to you, the only solution I could find is one that scares me - I will be forced to take 2 senior capstones in the fall and turn out 2 intensive research papers. It will mean my return to the constant cycle of work that I've managed a brief escape from this semester. But I remind myself that this is necessary. And still there is this lingering fear that I will somehow be unable to return back to the cycle, that when I try to go back that I will no longer fit into it. But it's necessary to go back, necessary to finish. Necessary is the word used. Necessary. I hold onto it like a prayer.
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