And now your requisite biweekly angst post.

[tenlittlebullets]

I feel like I'm wasting my life, like there are a thousand things I could be learning and doing instead of just sitting on my arse due to my own laziness and timidity.

I want to continue to improve my French after I get home. Here, I have the chance to practice, but I'm not actually learning in the classroom sense. And I like learning in the classroom sense. And I want to take up Latin and German again, and dabble in Greek--and get another voice teacher and try to go back to playing the piano even if I got ruined on the piano by four months with a bad teacher, and take up a new instrument. Flute, maybe, or cello. And actually take classes and learn how to sew. And dance--I have this horrible feeling I'd need a private instructor for any kind of dance, though, because in any sort of group dance lesson I am always the slow stupid kid and it makes me too embarrassed to enjoy it much. And go back to science because I never had a proper chemistry or physics course, and that interests me. I might even be willing to properly learn calculus if it were a prerequisite.

But no. I sit here refreshing my friends list instead of getting out and learning things.

(why the hell am I pondering this now in the middle of my trip to France?)

And the sad thing is that when I actually get to school, the initial rush of "Ooh, shiny, I want to study ____!" always gives way to sensible things like credit requirements and transcripts and courseloads. Bah I say, bah!

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[ladyshrew.livejournal.com]

And the sad thing is that when I actually get to school, the initial rush of "Ooh, shiny, I want to study ____!" always gives way to sensible things like credit requirements and transcripts and courseloads. Bah I say, ba

That's when you say "screw the system!" and force them to let you take howmanyev er credits you want, overlapping, and maybe fudge an indep study to fit some req!

[equals-32.livejournal.com]

And the sad thing is that when I actually get to school, the initial rush of "Ooh, shiny, I want to study ____!" always gives way to sensible things like credit requirements and transcripts and courseloads. Bah I say, bah!

Bah, indeed. D: As happy as I am with my major, the fact that it fits nicely into a sphere that encompasses most things I really care to learn about and the fact that it will allow me to do things I think I'll enjoy doing, I wish schools allowed more leg room for us highly inquisitive folk.