Yesterday I planned out my schedule for the next semester of school. I would like to get all of my classes on the same two days so I can cut down the amount of time I have to drive out to Denton but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen this spring. My French II class is throwing it off because they require me to take it four days a week for shorter periods, plus a lab. Maybe next year I can get them all on the days I want them so that I have more free time to work on movies and do homework.
Leanne also figured out what degree plan she is going to pursue this spring up at UNT. I know she’s glad to finally have it all planned out (there was some debate about which one would be feasible and which would give her the best shot at teaching as quickly as possible) and it looks like she and I will be graduating at roughly the same time. It would be great to walk the stage together but even if we’re a semester apart we’ll be extremely happy just to have finished.
I can’t wait to finally have my degree and start my career. I’ve had a number of vocations (exactly how many jobs they comprised is privileged information and, sadly, you are not privileged) but none of them ever felt like my career. I never got that sense of putting the job on the same level as other aspects of my life. I was always, and to some degree still am, treading water and waiting to do what I really want to do. I have supreme confidence in my ability to find a job that I like in the industry and I believe I will draw immense satisfaction from working on those projects.
