Dear Professor She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,

To be blunt: I hate you. When I met you on Monday I was a bit concerned about our ability to get along but decided to at least give you a chance.

But when you decided to give your students a detailed, in-depth pop quiz the second day of class on an incredibly boring read, I have decided (along with the rest of the class) that I just really don't like you.

Also, your proclamation that you will learn everyone in our 80 person class's name so you can call on us when it looks like we're not paying attention, isn't sitting to well with me either.

Neither is your insistence on say "Right" Before, during, and after every single sentence. When your students begin to keep a tally of how many times you use "Right" and the number comes out to be TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN times during a thirty minute lecture...well, I can see there will be a problem.

I hope you soon get the bitch out of your system. Otherwise, we're in for an awful semester.

With all the hate in my heart,
Whitney

Trapped in a Cage

Two days into the semester and I'm already wishing for a vacation.

It's not the stress of seeing so many course outlines at once and the amount of work I need to complete that is getting to me, it is the mere fact that I just want to finally take control of my life.

I'm tired of being told what to do, when to do it, how not to do it, and how it should be.

The education program has a leash around my neck and it's only. growing. tighter.

I appreciate the fact that they recognize as a Senior, I should get more time in the classroom. Yes, I will enjoy observing/teaching twice a week. At the same time, as a Senior, I wish professors in the education program would stop with the mindless busy work, pointless projects, and infuriating demands.

At what point in your life do you ever have freedom? I'm beginning to fear never. There will always be someone to answer to, someone's standards to meet, someone you fear. The boss, the bill collectors, the government.

It's not fair, and I'm wondering why this is so. Maybe I've been in this damn cage since I was young, but now that I'm getting older it seems to be getting smaller.

Senior Year Starts...Tomorrow

I must first apologize for being so completely absent these past three weeks and more importantly, this entire summer. It was a rough couple of months to say the least, but I still managed to enjoy some summer, and managed to pass all my classes.

So here I am, back in Champaign, ready to start another - my final- semester of classes. I have a wide range of mixed emotions right now. I'm super bummed that I have to jump back into schoolwork so soon. I'm pissed that I have 17 weeks of boooring classes. I'm excited because it's the last time I have to stress over finals EVER! I'm nervous because my time in the real world is drawing nearer. And I'm terribly sad that I'm soon to be leaving my great college friends.

What's a girl to do with all of these emotions!?

I'm just hoping it will be a good semester. Most of all, I want my last few months of college to be fun. I don't think it's quite set in that I'm almost. done. I can't believe it! College has whizzed by. Suddenly I'm a senior and about to turn 22 in one week from today. Wow.

One plus to being a senior is how easy everything seems to fall in place. I'm not stressed about finding classes. I will be quick to get back into the school groove. I know what books to buy and what books to pretend I've read. I can pinpoint the freshman and feel a little bad for those kids who are so scared to be away from home. And I can enjoy Champaign, my home for the past four years. It's nice to be an upperclassman, for sure.

I should also be falling back into my old blogging routine. That is, if I even have any readers left. But this upcoming year should be a good one for chronicling everything; final semester of college, moving back home with the parents, student teaching, and beginning a job search. Yikes! Apparently 22 years of age is the age of change. Ah yes, that's why I've been dreading it since I was little.

I am happy to not have changed apartments this year. Thank God for staying in one place and not having to move!! Kelli and I did get one new roommate though (since MJ left), our friend Becca. She should fit in nicely and we're all ready for a FUN senior year.

So excuse me if you will, but I need to go enjoy my last evening of summer before Fall semester, my LAST semester begins. !!!!!!

Goodbye Summer!