First the good news. I finally got paid for that student gig I did last year! The check came today and I'm going to the bank and depositing it right away.
So I was glad I went to class the other night. It turned out to be a really fun class. I felt a little off because I've been sick, but other than that it was a good class.
I talked to my teacher after class about the whole situation with the industry guest coming and my last class being the "getting ready for it" week. They pretty much thought I was insane for thinking they wouldn't let me go to the industry guest class, lol. Oh well, I'm pretty sure my teacher thinks I'm insane anyway so at least I got that cleared up. Now that I think about it I have no idea why I thought I wouldn't be able to go to the class and why I thought it was so weird just ending the class before.
I feel like I'm just in this big bubble of confusion about this new class. I have no clue what we'll be doing in it, I'm not even 100% who's teaching it, and at this point I'm not even positive I have the right start date, ugh. I know it's all good. I don’t deal with transitions well. I learned this my sophomore or junior year of college. I think it was sophomore. I always thought change was good, but I'd get so crazy about it. Picking classes for the next semester, picking a dorm room for the next year, etc, even though I loved it I'd go crazy. I thought I hated change - was I just this boring person who wanted to keep everything the same and never change? (Although, looking back on it now, a semester or a year was NOT a long time at all!) Then I remember one year after finals I was talking with a friend of mine. It was that weird week where there were finals and most people were done and gone but some were still there. She had one more final at the end of the week so she had started moving her stuff out of the dorms and went home for a few days. She said she didn't deal with transition well. She knew she was moving back home for the summer but was still sort of in the dorm. She said once she was done and officially moved out and home she would be fine, but she hated the transition. Wow. It all made sense. Why delay the inevitable? Good or bad. It's so true. Change is good (well, most of the time) but it's the damn transition that drives me crazy! That's exactly how I feel about this class. I'm excited! A change is good! But I just want it to start! I guess this is also a little bit of my impatience at work too, lol.
I guess I feel like I'm in limbo about too many things - I'm supposed to be doing a film that I FINALLY got the shoot date for, and I'm not 100% sure what's going on with this internship. I'm doing stuff from home right now, and got an e-mail from the person who I deal with, and I e-mailed back with a few questions and never heard back. I'm going to e-mail the other intern to see if she's heard anything.
Oh, that reminds me! I think the other intern is in my class now! Because we've been working from home we've only met once, so I'm not 100% sure, but I thin it's her. This is so weird. There were two new people in class this week. By the end of class I forgot their names. Later on that night, or maybe the next morning, (or maybe I dreamed it?) I was lying in bed half asleep and was like, I think one of the new people in my class is the other intern. I thought it was just my half-awake mind thinking crazy thoughts. Then I was trying to remember the person's name, and I'm like, wait, I think they had the same name as the intern. It's the same person. No, it's just my half-asleep mind thinking crazy thoughts! I forgot about it until yesterday when I was looking at a message on Facebook sent from the place where I take class and was looking at who else got the message and I recognized the name of the other intern as one of them. It HAS to be the same person. How weird. The oddest thing is that when I went to the internship meeting the person thought we already knew each other but we had happened to meet outside. How strange!
Okay, I need to go get ready so I go deposit my check! Whoo-hoo!
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