To the voice like a metronome

Guess what? I'M GOIN' BACK TO SCHOOL! Hampshire gave me me a larger grant (it took them long enough to get back me...), and now it would be even be cheaper to go to there than state school. So, while I can't honestly say I'm psyched for the whole school part, I am so excited to get back to everyone there. I miss the place, if not necessarily the institution.

I think, though, that this means I'm going to have to make some serious changes to my academic life. Obviously, something isn't working now. I'm afraid I need to change what I'm studying completely... Not that I'm no longer interested in psych, but I've concluded that I would be much more motivated if I were studying something, I don't know... practical? Useful? I mean, psychology's cool and all, but unless I want to BE a psychologist (which I don't) it's mostly just useful in a more abstract, general sense. Or on Jeopardy. So, who knows how this semester will go.

It feels so strange now to be saying that I'm going back. I knew there was a tiny, tiny chance that I'd go back with sufficient funds, but I never really expected that Hampshire would actually heed my request for more money. I had completely embraced the idea of not going back; I was all settled in for a long, boring stretch of time at home. With the new bill, though, it just seems foolish to pass this up. Even with the time off I always intended to finish school eventually, so I may as well finish according to schedule if I can, right? Right.

Now I just get to have what is sure to be a delightful chat with the housing office. There's no way I'm letting myself be put in a situation like last year; I know I won't be able to pick exactly whom I live with, but I at least want to have some choice. And if they have Rock Band in the house, I'm out.

Wahoo!