Egad! I register for classes for my final year of undergrad tomorrow morning. And true to form, I have left it till tonight to pick said classes. Go self!
It’s a bit intimidating, actually, just because I have to sort out all of my requirements so that I can, you know, graduate on time next year. And the course descriptions come in a different book than the actual course calendar, so there’s a fair bit of juggling paper that comes with it as well. And choosing is a bit of “What do I still need to take?” and a bit of “What is offered on Tuesdays in the spring?” and “Which profs am I not willing to have again?” — and, it sometimes seems, very little of “What looks cool and interesting?”. But! I have persevered, and all going well tomorrow morning, this is what I’ll be taking next year:
- English Drama to 1603
- The Novel
- French Language II
- African Literature in English
- The Novel (cont’d)
- French Language II (cont’d)
- African Literature in English (cont’d)
- Darwin & Literature
Looks good, n’est-ce pas? I’ve also amassed enough credits already that I can take one course fewer in the spring, which will be lovely. 80% course loads are wonderful.
Strangely enough, though, I think that the one I’m most excited about is the French grammar class. It’s been a long time since I studied French. I had nine years of immersion when I was young, and a piddling amount in highschool, but my language skills have sort of atrophied since then (although I do use written French at work). I did the university’s assessment basically on a whim, but now I think that I’d really like to bone up on it again. (My assessment results are pretty typical for previously-immersed students: oral comprehension great, grammar abysmal).
On towards tomorrow, then.