Holy cow.

I was really not expecting this semester to be so difficult. In my minds eye I figured I could handle all of these classes easily breezing through them like dispensable boy toys, waving my hand playfully and cloy.. "next!"

It's not really the material as much as it is the time and commitment all these classes are going to take. Until I can get used to this hectic schedule I am going to be stressed out and freaked.

I finally picked my major. Arts and Visual Communications! TA DA! I want to be an art director, I can work in movies, photography, publishing, advertisement etc.  It's perfect! I was talking with a friend at lunch and I mentioned my watercolor class and she laughed at me! She says "gee! I wish I was in a watercolor class"  I defended myself by saying "it's part of my major!" Cool huh! I get to paint and have fun!  All you suckers have to take classes like statistics! I get to play with color and my imagination! Someday I can get paid for it too. Isn't that what picking a major is supposed to be? You do what you love, I love the arts. I will have to minor in something like English or anthropology to emphasize my options of  work after college life. That will come later, for now I am looking forward to photography classes, art classes and whatever else I can squeeze in.