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It was all fabulous until it really, really wasn't.
I've got the head of the Journalism department for History of Journalism who is the coolest, funniest professor ever ever, Advertising promises to be eminently interesting, and I even got an override to switch into a class necessary for my major instead of the dreaded mile-long, five-day-a-week hike French would've been.
And then I went to Reporting.
Four hours later, I emerged dejected, overwhelmed, and very much doubting why I went in there in the first place. That class is going to be my final three-week project in MMC 2100 every. single. week. Plus other work! It's all independent work stuff and deadlines and strict accountability and yes, this is what I signed up for, but damn, all at once. Plus, real journalists don't have four other classes on top of all that.
And with that, I am off for hugs and tea over at chez Miranda, wherefrom this bit of icon loveliness hails as well, because she loves the song. Justin's falsetto will seduce us all yet.
And then I went to Reporting.
Four hours later, I emerged dejected, overwhelmed, and very much doubting why I went in there in the first place. That class is going to be my final three-week project in MMC 2100 every. single. week. Plus other work! It's all independent work stuff and deadlines and strict accountability and yes, this is what I signed up for, but damn, all at once. Plus, real journalists don't have four other classes on top of all that.
And with that, I am off for hugs and tea over at chez Miranda, wherefrom this bit of icon loveliness hails as well, because she loves the song. Justin's falsetto will seduce us all yet.