You're here! And that means it is my senior year. W-O-W. Has it really been a year? Has it really only been a year. I've done so much in the last year, and I've learned how to schedule myself into oblivion so that I never stop running around town.
I had a big senior moment today: I'm trying to get registered for this class, which is obviously full of more people than were intended for the class according to the registrar and for the classroom. I've already spoken with the professor about taking his class (in fact he encouraged me to take his class) but my name isn't on the wait list. I go up to the front desk after class where folks are getting their forms signed and putting their names on the wait list. When I say hello, instead of asking for my name and explaining how their enrollment policy works he says "Oh, hello, I'm excited to work with you, I'm sure there will be room for you in the class. We'll figure it out on Friday." Folks, I have arrived. Professors wanna work with me now. It was in such stark contrast to sophomore year when I ran around campus begging professors to let me into a class just so I could fulfill my last science requirement.
How the years have passed?
love,
hannah
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