College should actually be fun. I signed up for some interesting classes, for a total of eighteen credits. Intro to Drawing, University Seminar (a required freshman class), Intro to Literature, Physics 201, and Calculus and Analytical Geometry 221.
Never thought I’d be looking forward to college, but I am. I’m excited about my calculus and physics classes. (I aced physics in high school. My claim to fame is that I was physics student of the year when I was a junior, out of seventy-nine junior and senior physics students.) For awhile I had been contemplating a dual major in sociology and criminal justice, but now I’m unsure if I want to do that or dual major in physics and computer science, and I’m sure I’ll end up doing none of the above as more and more opportunities unfold every time I look at the course catalog. There are so many classes I want to take and not enough time. There’s actually a limit on the number of credits one can sign up for before the university starts charging extra, and I’m at that limit.
I was never really involved in anything in high school, other than NHS and FBLA, and even my participation in those two groups was pretty pitiful. I’m surprised I wasn’t kicked out. But I didn’t join anything because ... I’m not a club sort of person. Nothing interested me. And yet, looking over the list of some of these student organizations sort of piques my curiosity. Physics Club, Computer Science Club, Chess Club ... how come only the dorkiest clubs interest me? Ah well, I’ve come to accept who I am.