becca_____

I always think life is like the movies, and I shouldn't. Things that happen in movies don't usually happen in real life, but I always think maybe they will.

I finished my paper today. Only one final and two papers left and then I'm done! And then I get to start it all over again! I hate school.

I have to figure out a new schedule for next quarter, which sucks. I could only get three of the classes I need, but apparently that leaves me one unit short of what I'm supposed to have. Hopefully I can figure out a way to magically get another useful class, or I have to just take some bullshit waste of time one. Either way, the nice, easygoing, mellow quarter I was looking forward to is gone.

My throat hurts.

The horrible part of realizing I'm almost done is figuring out what to do next. I haven't even begun to look into grad schools. I know nothing about how they work or what ones are good or how to apply or anything. I was planning on staying in Davis, but more and more I'm thinking maybe I should move. Part of me thinks I should go somewhere far away and totally new, like New York or something, which is so not a me thing to do. That's kind of why I feel like maybe I should. Then I keep thinking about going back to SF and actually doing it right this time. I don't have a clue.