After a month full of relaxation and gluttony, I was more than ready to start a brand new semester. Don’t get me wrong, I did some fun stuff and even started scrapbooking, but it gets boring not having anything to do after three weeks — I was ready to start school. I look at a new semester like a clean slate — I have another period where I can start everything from scratch on the right foot. So far, so good.
The week started off with some confusion. I had most of my books ordered or purchased and my pens and pencils packed in my bag. Problem was that I didn’t know my final schedule. Typically, I have my schedule picked out and organized well before the semester. However, this time around it wasn’t quite like that. I had registered for classes a long time ago, but was unsure about one of them. I spent the past two weeks running around and emailing faculty to get into some electives. On the first day I went to some classes not on my schedule to “visit” and see if I liked. This was tiring, as I was back to back in my schedule and was very groggy. I ended up dropping a class due to…well, I’m going to be honest…RateMyProfessor.com. If there is anything I’ve learned about picking classes, it is to research the professors BEFORE classes start and take them into careful consideration. In my experience, if a professor has really, really bad reviews…drop that course. Trust me, it’ll save you time, a headache and possible low grades in the long run. I used to brush off bad reviews and thought, “hey, maybe they’re actually good and this is just another student complaining.” Well, I was wrong. Hopefully, this semester I was right with dropping that course. I really liked the topic of the class, but I just had to listen to my conscience.
I genuinely enjoy all of the classes I am enrolled in right now. All of the professors are great, make the material interesting and teach the topics very well. There are a lot of readings to do this semester, though, which is probably expected when you’re a second-semester junior.
Overall, this semester seems promising. I just have to remember to keep my eye on the prize. And that prize is a summer of no books and a year away from graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in Communication.