I'm going back to college.
Not all that exciting, I know. But it's true. I have to go back and get some silly degree so I can pay more people to give me a better degree and get some sort of job. This seems to be the process, anyway.
But what's that really mean? Well, I'll be a senior Psychology/Asian Studies (don't ask) double major. It means labs, which means work, which means time. I need to apply to grad schools, which means time. I need to get a job so I can afford books and save money because long-distance relationships devour it, which means time. And, you know, all the fun things like seeing friends, sleeping, eating, relaxing, writing, and I'll be damned if I quit raiding now.
It all means time.
I've already pulled up my schedule. I've already started planning out where I have free time, what time to set aside for certain things, what time I need to sleep by and what times I need to be up. These will obviously have to be adjusted once I find out some course loads (and I'm hopefully going to be switching some classes), but it's important to have a foundation to start, especially as I move back into my dorm on Sunday.
Yes, I'm a senior and YES I'm still living in the dorms. And I have a freshman roommate. I'm perfectly cool with this. It's cheaper, I don't pay for my internet, I don't need a car and I don't have to worry so much about idiot frat boys smashing my windows or burning my car just because the Steelers won.
It's going to be tricky. I'm going to get it wrong some, I think, at first, which may make me a tad sleep deprived. But that's what the weekends are for, right?