So, it’s over, I’ve dropped my minor. And that programming class.

I was working so hard at. And it’s not really a failure, I worked harder than I have in a long time, and was working my way out of the hole. I can do it, just not in this semester with all these other courses.


So, at the behest of my professor, my parents and my stressed out psyche,
I let it all go.

I’ve decided to crumble my pride, and throw away the thing that was slowly eating away at my sanity. Hopefully this will make for a kinder
happier, more glee-ridden stacie. At the very least it means I won’t have to wake up as early for classes three times a week. I’ll be able to concentrate on my other classes, and perhaps actually take some of those art courses I have been wanting so badly. Perhaps glean some design skills and take figure drawing.

It also means I’ll be able to only do the programming I actually want to do, ie–cgi, perl, maybe some java. Work with some shockwave stuff, and reunite with the affair I have been holding with Adobe Photoshop (5).

Hmm, it’s still been a traumatic day, I’ve shaken and cried whilst filling out the min. paperwork for dropping such minor things as, uh…minors.

Well, Heidi needs to go to Dicks to use her Insider card, we better go.


H A P P Y

giggle,

Stacie