School Woes

While in conversation with a classmate as I was walking to class on Thursday, I realized that I'm taking EIGHTEEN credit hours! No wonder I'm going crazy. I don't know why I do this to myself. Most of the tight schedule occured when I changed majors my first semester and dropped classes leaving me with only two. Second semester I had five classes, but it turned out one didn't fulfill any requiremnts. It was frankly frustrating to find that out! So now to still graduate by May I have to kill myself.

What adds insult to injury (a cliche we writers abhore), is that last semester I signed up for the honors program. The program opperates by talking with the prof. of the class you want to take honors in, one you're already enrolled in, and doing an extra paper, project or presentation-whatever the instructor dictates. Then, if you get an A in the class, it will be marked with 'honors' on your transcript. For example, I'm taking my World Literature class as an honor's class, so in addition to reading Hamlet as we're currently doing, I will also read another of Shakespeare's plays and write an essay about it. In all, I need eight classes taken as honor's classes to graduate with honors. Last semester I took three with the plan that this semester I would have another three and in the spring I would take two. So far I've talked to my World Lit prof. and American Studies prof. about honors for this semester. I'm still deciding which other class I want to subject myself to such horror!

So I'm taking EIGHTEEN credit hours with nine of them honors. Last semester I thought I was doing a good thing by getting a 4.0 g.p.a. I really worked my tail off for that! But now I'm faced with the fact that last semester I did it, so I have these high expectations that this semester I should do it as well and I guess that means next semester, too. Ugh. It's Frankly Frustrating!