Today all around sucked with a small splash of Yay!

I was on the wait-list for a highly desired class next semester (osteology – yeah, everyone in my field wants to be a forensic anthropologist.  I blame Bones), and today I got the email that I was enrolled.  Which means four people I love, as much as is humanly possible to love a person I’ve never met and know absolutely nothing about beyond they go to UNLV and don’t want to learn about bones, dropped the course and brought me three credits closer to my Anthropology degree.

Can you tell I’m excited?  

Which is odd, considering now that means I have five classes (four of which are 400-level anthropology classes and that means lots of reading, lots of writing) and that four days out of the week I have to be on campus by 8, which means I have to wake up at 5:30.  Four of those classes are also on the same day, with fifteen minutes passing time.  Lunch is going to be eaten while I’m speed walking to my one o’clock class.  

I hate myself a little.  Next semester is going to hurt.  It’s worth it right?  I got to believe it’s worth it.

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