This chick on campus told me yesterday that she takes classes during the summer at Ivy Tech, a local community college, because all the credits transfer, they offer summer financial aid (while IUPUI doesn't), and it's a hell of a lot cheaper.
So I'm trying to find time to make an appointment with an advisor on both campuses before it's too late to register for summer classes (or, rather, get motivated to do so), as well as reminding myself to find out if I can mentor the Psych class over the summer.
Charlie has his own advising appointment – with someone at Ball State for a teaching certificate program they have. Plus, he got a job offer from someone he used to work with at the club.
I'm also trying to figure out why Charlie is so focused on playing football when he has all of the other stuff going on. I honestly don't know why he's so determined to fill up his plate. It seems as though, no matter what he's doing, it's never quite enough. And I'm apparently not entertaining enough. The hour and a half we see one another each day would be better spent at practice or the gym it seems. Okay, I jest a little. I'm honestly concerned he's going to totally burn himself out.
Oh, well. He's a big boy.
I just found out that two of my long-time friends have agreed to take my advice and “get to know one another better.” Dana and Liz have both been a part of my life for about 10 years, give or take. They've hung out together as a result of both of them knowing me, but have never really spent any time just talking. They have very similar backgrounds and a lot in common, though you wouldn't realize it at first glance. But they're both coming out of nasty relationships – she was with this guy for a year(+) who was a total dick to her, and he is getting divorced from a woman I've never liked who treats him horribly as well. They both had crappy childhoods and crappy parents, but both are motivated, responsible, and ambitious.
90% of me is thrilled that they're at least taking the time to get to know one another – even though that means just hanging out at my place so it's not “too weird” as they put it – but 10% of me is slightly jealous. Dana and I have had a “thing” that wasn't consummated until years and years after we'd met, so I don't like the idea of his attention being diverted onto another woman. I know, I know. It's incredibly selfish of me and I'm involved, so why worry about it? That's why I think they'd be a good match. They're both really good friends of mine and if I was going to see either of them with someone, I would hope it was someone like the other. If that makes any sense.
I'm happy to play match-maker, but I want them to do it “right,” not jump into something so soon after they got out of relationships. I think they're mainly bored and perhaps a little lonely, so I don't want to create any drama.
It's just time they got to know the other person a little bit better. As I've probably stated in the above few paragraphs twelve times already.
The new housemate, Cavan (bless his weird, 21 year-old little heart), is a Journalism major and says the only thing that would keep him in Indy is that IUPUI offers a Journalism degree, which is not offered at U of W, which is where he'd be transferring. I recently discovered how unusual it is that my degree offers concentrations – tracks, specializations, whatever.
I have my choice of four different options, but there's only one that suits my needs; the clinical rehabilitation track. Since I'm going for a BA I get to take a foreign language rather than shove a whole bunch of math onto my schedule, but since I paid absolutely no attention to the math portion of the placement test, I totally bombed. My recommendation for math courses is somewhere around 8th grade level. Like, two or three classes behind the basic college-level M118 or 111 or whatever it is.
One good thing is that I can take one of three different senior capstones. One is conducting your own research with BS's have to take; one is a practicum (I'd probably choose something like group therapy); one is a seminar where the student compiles information for graduate programs, gets together a CV, gets letters of guarantee for three different recommendations . . . that kind of thing.
While the practicum sounds the most interesting, the seminar may be my best bet. I can force professors to swear they'll write references for me, and figure out what the hell I'll need to do for grad school.
The dilemma is whether I want just a Master's, or if I'd prefer to go for the ol' PhD. The latter guarantees more money, of course, but the former takes less time. And I could still teach at a high school level. Hell, my literature intstructor last semester wasn't even finished with her Master's and she was teaching a course. How terribly hard can it be?
But what I want to do after I get my BA is still up in the air. While I want to work in art therapy, I also want to keep my options open. So, what is my minor going to be? Social Work, Education, Special Education, Art?
Oh, yeah – Herron doesn't offer an art minor. Bastards. They won't even let you take anything beyond Art History and Art Appreciation if you're not enrolled as a student there. Snobs.
What do you see here?