I met with my new advisor today, and we pretty much planned my next two years of college with a major in drama.
I'm not entirely sure this is something I really want, but it falls under the communications department, which is something that will probably be useful. And at this point, I just want to graduate.
I still need to pick a minor, though. She suggested art, since I seem to like that kind of thing, or maybe writing, but I'm thinking that whatever I already have a lot of credits in is probably what I'm gonna go for. It's a squeeze to get all the requirements for a drama major in in the next two years, so it's not going to be easy to cram a minor in there as well.
But at least I am making progress.
I'm not as caught up on homework as I'd like to be, but I'm not behind yet. I just wish I wasn't so tired! I've been ready to pass out since about 9:30 tonight, and shortly after finishing this post, I think that's what I'll do.
We watched a short video about Dante's Divine Comedy in my world literature class tonight, and they showed a very, very, very, very x 8 unnecessary to show scene. I'm afraid I'm going to have nightmares. Really.
I think that the screening process for new instructors at Spring Arbor University (if there is one) needs some drastic, drastic changes. A woman called the other day, trying to make her course available to her students online. She needed to go to the control panel of the course on the website on Blackboard, and she was telling me she couldn't find settings after opening the control panel. I asked her what she saw when she did open the control panel, and she read me off a HUGE list of things, including, but not limited to: Internet connection, mouse, sound, printer, etc. After she finished reading me the list, I asked her if she could open up Blackboard and click on the link in the browser that said control panel, instead of clicking on Start and going to the control panel listed there.
This woman is supposed to be TEACHING. And she's called back with similar issues, which would take more time than I want to take to explain.
I've got an unopened bag of potato chips, and 11:06 pm is probably not the time to be opening them, but I imagine it's going to happen. Pretty sure I can live with it.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Define: Light at the end of the tunnel
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