Being a super senior sucks. And alliterations don’t make me feel much better about it. (All right, they do, but don’t tell anyone). However, I get to procrasterbate on what I want to do with my life, so there’s that. While I’m sick of the essays and the busy work, I’m not ready to full on adult yet.
Us Portlanders (and the rest of the Oregon university system) go on that weird quarter/trimester academic schedule. This means we usually start the fall term during the last week of September or – like this year – the first week of October. And then get out of spring term mid-June. Yesterday, I registered for my second to last term of undergraduate studies. Or maybe the third to last term. (I haven’t decided how unambitious I’m going to be yet.)
I’ll be doing 12 credits winter term – 8 of which will be generic sophomore classes that I skipped 2 years ago and now have to pay recompense for. (Holy shit, I’m going to feel old in a class full of sophomores.) And then there’s this requirement called the “senior capstone,” which is a 6 credit community service-based class that I might do in the spring (in addition to finishing up my last to required classes for Applied Linguistics) or, if I’m feeling so inspired, I’ll take the crapstone in the summer.
College is great and all, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I’m glad I live in a time where the importance of college is being valued less. And I’m disappointed that I live in a time where college is still as important as it is.
[Whoops. There’s the millennial in me speaking again. #swagger]