I'm all set for next semester. Done the paperwork to change my major; got registered for classes; decided not to take summer classes after all (despite my earlier sardonic assessment that I'd have to). But I'm excited and actually wish I didn't have to wait three months! I've actually put a lot of ancient history books in my Booksfree queue so that I'll have a bit more background when I go into my ancient history class in the fall. It's going to be interesting taking both world history to 1500 and world history since 1500 at the same time; but there are no other classes I can take without taking those.

The one and only thing that sucks is that I could be done in a year if I didn't have to do two years of foreign language. I tried to test out of first semester French, but was 25 points short of that--not surprising since I haven't taken a French class in ten years. I was surprised I did as well as I did. I'm looking forward to getting back in to languages again; that was something I had a knack for and shouldn't have turned my back on.

Since deciding to go this route, I've felt very ... calm. Well, calm and excited at the same time. Calm in that I feel I'm back in my comfort zone, and excited in that I'm going to enjoy it. After beating my head against a wall with biochemistry etc., trying to force myself through something my heart wasn't in, I'm ready to delve back in to something I'm good at.

In the meantime ... I need to get another job! If I want to go to London in November, and/or buy a car, I need to work more. I'm already working nearly 40 hours a week at the restaurant, so I can't get any more hours there. I don't really want to work more than full time ... but I've done it before, it won't kill me!