Dude. I hate finding out at the beginning of my last semester that I'm still missing a requirement. It is the least fun feeling IN THE WORLD. However, I have managed to find a course that I won't want to kill myself over too badly, so I think I'll be okay. The real struggle is convincing Dr. Gentry to let me into one of his College Algebra sections. I knew my math problems would bite me in the ass someday. Curses on algebra! And I hope Dr. Gentry pays heed to my pleas.
In other news, life is a little crazy elsewhere, too. I'm in "The Secret Garden", a musical based on that very book by Francis Hogden Burnett and I get to play a ghost. Lily the ghost, actually, and a wife and mother. Never played a wife and mother before, so it should be interesting. Our first rehearsal was lovely and nice and the other cast members seem very pleasant. I think I'm going to have a good time with this one. March will be very stressful, though, because my recital is on one of the Saturday performance days. I'll be running straight from my recital to the show, with my parents and probably my Gentleman Caller in tow.
Ah yes. I have a Gentleman Caller. John dear, you might remember him. He went to high school at Warrior Run and was in Sierra's year. In any case, he lives in Scotsville now and by some wild coincidence we became reacquainted while we were both home for Christmas. We have had several lovely dates and his gentlemanly behavior has never once wavered. It's quite refreshing, actually. We get along very well - and also, he loves to cook. That is always a plus.
Otherwise, things are going well. Some of my lovely ladies who needed to be gone last semester have come back to Mary Baldwin this semester, so I am surrounded by friends and as happy as I can be while worrying about graduation requirements. I'm having a slight medical problem at the moment that I won't go into detail over, but it will be resolved by the end of this month and I will be back in the pink of health.
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Ah, Gentlemen Callers. Your description is a trifle vague – I must admit that I remember very few people from Warrior Run and still fewer of them from the year directly beneath me – but he sounds like that is an apt description of him.
Mathematics – the bane of so many liberal arts majors. Still, I have no doubt that you'll do well.
It is vague, I will admit. His name's Greg Crews. We kind of knew each other in high school, but only through other people. Sort of a nodding acquaintance. In any case, he's coming over this evening to cook me supper and hang out after I'm done with class.
And yes, mathematics. Eurgh. I'll be really glad when I don't have to touch algebra EVER again.
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