From shaking and sobbing to gritty determination in two paragraphs!
Had a bit of a panic today. Talked things through with my adviser and Dad, and I’m going to make another advising appointment. I can’t handle the course load as it stands; my degree path is overwhelming and it isn’t supposed to be but I’ve already done all the classes meant to ease the pain. I’m going to switch to part-time. It won’t hurt my ability to get a degree, and it’s just a change in billing - it’s not like I’m in a rush to graduate. I mean, in my worst case scenario, I’ll be homeless in April anyway. Going to part-time won’t affect that.
I really wish UNH would let me register for the classes I need. I register after freshman because I’m a transfer, I need junior-level classes but I have sophomore-level credits… This is ridiculous. When my adviser is sitting there saying “okay you need these classes, but you’re probably only going to be able to register in two of them, oh well I guess you’re fucked,” there is a problem. When having one lab is overwhelming me with the work of three classes, there’s no way I can take three or four of them at the same time. My greatest fear is another stress-induced psychotic episode. Guess who can’t think clearly or rationally today and been having migraines from gritting her teeth. Something’s gotta give, and I won’t let it be me.
I refuse to fail at this. Things will work out. I will make them work.







