Happy Wednesday! The sun came out this week! If you are new to this site and missed last week's post, you must understand that it has rained for a solid two weeks. Well, I am happy to report that rain is no more. The sun is out, and it feels like a hot and humid summer from the deep South. A.K.A, familiar.
Since the sun finally appeared for an entire day this week (the first time in two weeks), I took advantage of the warm rays and went swimming...and tanned. Unfortunately, I burned. Badly. And, as much as I want to tan, I have a feeling my tomato red skin will peel into an onion by the end of the week. Betting my dollar on it. However, holding onto a miracle here, and in the meantime, will make more plans to tan in the coming days.
My summer semester is divided into two terms, and I just realized that next week is the last week for this philosophy class in Term A. I cannot remember ever having a month-long class, but I must admit that I never want to do this again. It takes a ton of energy, time, and willpower out of a person, and I feel like I have not fully grasped many concepts along this process. I have concluded that philosophy is for the birds, of which I am not.
This explains why I am one point away from an A at this very moment. Moreover, this is why I am panicking over that one point. B's bother me. I have said it before. I am academically competitive by nature, I think, and when I see anything below an A, I freak and criticize my approach to the class. It makes me nauseous, it angers me, it makes me doubt my ability. It eats at my mind, and it will continue to eat at my mind until I see the results I want. It is ridiculous to be obsessed with my academic performance to this magnitude, but I expect so much from myself. My thought process has always been to prove myself, to prove that I am capable. That is why I give everything into doing anything...because I want the results to speak for themselves. Everything that I make or have, I want it to be because I worked for it...and that I worked hard for it. This is not to say that I have never had a B in college. I have, and it really stinks.
An expectation of myself is that I graduate with summa cum laude at the end of this school year (2019). That is only possible if I make A's in the remainder of my classes. Graduate schools, the ones I am deeply interested in, are highly competitive. I will not go so far as to say that I expect to be admitted into one of the institutions of my dreams, but I expect to be accepted into a graduate school of some form or fashion. The same goes for law school (Still not sure where I am with future plans, but I have back-up plans!). Therefore, I must work, and I must work hard. I tend to believe that hard work pays off, and there is work to be done.
It is kind of interesting (or coincidental...), but this just reminded me of something I thought of last week: I wonder where I will be this time next year. Will I be in an internship somewhere in the heart of DC as I prepared to begin classes in one of my dream schools (Coincidentally, my dream schools are in DC.)? Will I be at home mentally preparing for law school or in a law-related internship? Or will I be embarking upon some other career adventure? It makes me anxious to think about the future, but at the same time, I have starry eyes in anticipation for it. These are exciting times indeed, and I hope to provide updates on my plans along the way. From application to admission notifications. Haha!
Enough about my academic life and onto the fun in Savannah. Although I found no clothes (I always feel guilty for not buying in stores. I have begun to recognize that technology, like online shopping, depletes time spent with others and from personally growing. I need to get better about this.), I spent $5 for a photo booth experience in the mall. Have you ever done this?! This was my first time experiencing it, and it was the funnest $5 ever spent! Sometimes, it is the little things that make me so giddy, but hey, I would not have it any other way!
I have no idea what I am doing this weekend, but I kind of want to sniff around antique shops and eat pizza at a local pizza joint. Maybe I can even sample the ice cream from the new ice cream parlor in town...Oh man, I really need to make healthier choices (I estimate that I have ate my weight in junk food this summer.) and say no to temptations. Maybe I can walk or run afterwards if I give in...Decisions, decisions. Have a spectacular, watermelon-filled weekend!