Moving Out and Moving On

I’ve been thinking recently about how next year is going to be my last year of college. How, (hopefully) after I graduate I’ll be out of Bluffton. How everyone I know here is going to stay here and how maybe that’s for the best. I’ve been thinking about the people, friends, professors, university staff that’s been there for me. Always constant, always there when I need them and how when I think about it, they’ve been few and far between.

Now, don’t get me wrong, the staff and professors at my university have always been willing to sit and chat or email and give me advice and listen to my problems. I have no qualms with them. I guess this mainly talking about friends and how my really true constant is miles away in the midwest while I’m here on the south east coast and yet he’s always been there and how the people closest to me haven’t really. They do things without me, they don’t come to me with problems, and I’m not really involved in their lives and it’s not like I don’t have the time to be, I’m just not. They’ve all got their people and I’m not one of them.

So, when I graduate next year, I’m going to be sad because I’m leaving a lot of great professors and my mom and my pets and familiarity but I don’t think I’ll be entirely or at all choked up about the so called friends. I’m ending college the same way I ended high school. Unattached to everyone.

The End of A Year

This month will mark the end of my sophomore year with not so great grades and an angry mother. I took five classes this spring semester as I do every semester and they ate me whole and spit me out with average grades for my average work. In most cases it was mostly my fault. I didn’t do the amount of work I should have for these classes that would have resulted in me getting an A and so I can’t really blame anyone, however, I’m going to blame people. Now I know I know it’s up to me whether or not I pass a class but let me tell you this shitstorm of a semester I had.

So as I stated before I took five classes this semester. This classes included; Brit Lit 1, American Lit, Philosophy, Intermediate Acting, and Anthropology. American Lit and Intermediate acting were pieces of sweet lemon pie. I pass one with an A and the other with a B, the other three though…not so much. So let’s go through and pinpoint when I first messed up.

Brit Lit 1

This class include Milton, Shakespeare, Chaucer, etc. So we read stuff like Dream of the Rood, Beowulf, Canterbury Tales, and Paradise Lost. Hard texts yes but I managed to get through them and then comes the midterm. I didn’t do so well. It killed my grade. I didn’t do two online writing assignments and the final research paper. THIS HOWEVER I ACKNOWLEDGE TO BE ALL ON ME. COMPLETELY MY FAULT. I take the blame for failing the class though I do think the percentage on certain things should not be as high as they were.

Anthropology

This glorious class that I took for a Gen Ed which turned out to be a huge mistake because not only have I done poorly and will most likely pass with a C (C get degrees though) I also skipped class often and my professor was also out a lot of the semester.

And Final, Philosophy

I’d like to first say that my professor is 80 years old and we had no text book. Our required readings could be anywhere from 3 to 56 pages long, the lectures are a waste of time, and the slides are lacking in information. That’s all I’m going to say about this class.

I know I’m the one to blame for my bad grades but some of these classes mostly philosophy though were extremely hard. But yeah, that’s my end of sophomore year. I fucked up and I know.