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Credits and all that jazz

Who forgot to tell me that LDS.org is freaking awesome? I just got an awesome history lesson, inspiration, and feel lifted up.

If only it counted for credit.

Speaking of credits, I finally met with an advisor today. There was a little bit of a freakout in the advising office because they didn't have a file for me. I tried to explain to the lady at the front desk that this was my first time ever having an advising appointment, that's probably why they didn't have a file for me. She wouldn't listen though and started going off about how I was a transfer student and a sophmore and there's no way I couldn't have a file. Finally, she let me go back to talk to an advisor, who was much better at listening. He asked if I'd ever been to advising before, I said no, he said ok! and moved on.

I was able to get my major officially switched to Creative Writing. It might have been confusing as to why I hadn't taken ANY pre nursing classes haha! The advisor ran through my classes with me and basically re-informed me that I already have all my core done, not exactly what I wanted to hear. Because that leaves honors classes, and english classes. All of which don't work the best paired together. I love english but my goodness one can only do so many essays a week. And I can't keep my scholarships if I'm not a full time student, which means three english classes a semester. Yikes!

I think I'm going to do a post later about, you know you're an English Major when. The first item would be: You get very, very, upset when people argue with you that the monster's name in Frankenstein is Frankenstein. FRANKENSTEIN IS THE DOCTOR WHO CREATES THE MONSTER. The monster is simply called, the monster.

So now, I shall go look at summer classes. You know you're a boring grown up when you don't even consider taking the summer off, and it just makes sense to take classes since you'll be in town for work anyway. Woo! So exciting huh?


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  1. SamaraMarch 22, 2013 at 2:43 AM

    Ooh, Kylee. Be careful about summer classes. Or, not summer classes necessarily, but be careful about never taking a semester off. I didn't take off any semesters once I started (except to go to China) and I burned out. I got tired of going to school quickly each semester, and then I just kept going anyway, until I got so sick of classes that I just had to stop, and fall is a bad semester to take off.

    And now, here I am, possibly considering dropping out. I mean, I'd be a teacher so it would be a productive dropping out thing to do, but dropping out none the less.

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