I think that some part of me over the past week believed that marching band was the only thing I was up at Iowa for. After all, that's pretty much all I did for the first eight days that I was here. Practice in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Parties and other stuff at night. Meet people, make friends, snooze, wake up with frickin' leg cramps (Tuesday was seriously the pit of awfulness for me), repeat.
What am I forgetting?
Oh, that's right... classes!
I had Calculus and Rhetoric today. Calculus makes me nervous, mostly because there are a lot of things they expect us to know that I either never learned in high school or didn't retain very well. However, I think that if I simply work and practice at relearning old concepts and figuring out the new ones, I'll be alright. Rhetoric, on the other hand... uggggggggggggh. I normally like English-related courses, but this one mixes language with speaking with writing with arguments with research with SO MUCH HOMEWORK. It's my first night of actual school, and I'm already writing a short essay and watching videos.
Lol. I love how I type that out as if I was surprised I would actually have to do work for my classes.
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