I Don't Want to Grow Up

Registration was last week. Hopefully everyone survived the “Hunger Games” of registration and got into the classes they needed. I heard the server crashed every night. Welcome to USU is all I have to say. Even as tuition rates go up, the amount of server space will never increase (but we get to see and wave at the construction workers every day...so yeah).

I registered for the last spring I will ever spend in Logan. It’s a little sad, but I’m ready for it. I’m ready to be done with school and get a big girl job. It’s scary though. There are so many decisions and choices I have to make. I have to be an adult. My minimum wage paying job won’t cut it anymore (it hardly cuts it now, but it’s a job and I’m grateful for it.) I’ll have to get a place on my own, and pay for everything by myself. It’s terrifying.

Part of the growing up decisions includes my classes for these last two semesters. I won’t graduate until next December, but all my friends are leaving in the spring. I wanted to take one more class with them, but because of registration restrictions I wasn’t able to sign into it. They told me I should go talk to the department heads and see if I could get in. I went this morning, but neither of them were there.

Here’s the thing though. When I realized I couldn’t take the class until next semester after I finish PR research, I picked another class. It’s young adult lit and as a writer of young adult fiction, it really excites me. Both YA Lit and Case Studies (the class I want to take) are taught at the same time. I’m going to be kicking around for an extra semester and know I can get into Case Studies in the fall. That’s where my dilemma stands. Both classes sound interesting and I want to take them for different reasons. So what do I do?

Instead of making these big girl decisions, I’ve decided I’m going to go back to being 5. Any donations of coloring books and fruit snacks would be greatly appreciated. Being a kid was a lot easier. Sometimes I think I grew up too fast. I was in such a hurry to be an adult and be taken seriously, and now that I have to be, I’m not ready.

In other news (and yet another decision), I totally gave up on Nanowrimo. I hated my plot so much, it gave me writers block. It’s not like I don’t have enough to write though. School has exploded like Mt. St. Helens. My thought is that once I finish this semester, I will have 3 delicious weeks to do whatever I want. This will be the first Christmas break I won’t be working at the bowling alley. With a bunch of free time, I’m going to write and read and enjoy my last break before I really have to be an adult. This time next year, I’m going to be job hunting. Freaky!