7 days of work left. Heh: 680 down, 7 to go. I feel like I could blink and miss them. And I am working the "late" shift, 8-1, allowing me to wake up at the decadent hour of 6:45, which is even a bit later than I'll wake up for school. Ahhh, bliss.

School: less than two weeks away. My goodness! I'm even registered in all my classes for first term now, although what they'll do about microbiology for second term is still unclear. I have all my textbooks, or anyway all of the ones the bookstore knows about. None of my pharmacy classes have listed required texts, but I'm guessing it's not because we'll be relying solely on handouts. Then again for first year perhaps we will. I don't regret buying the pharmacy books I have anyway; some are interesting on their own and others have that helpful glow that useful references have. If nothing else, I could use the Remington to kill a man if I were beset by attackers while reading about considerations in pediatric dosage in a dark alley.

My biology class (aka Yet Another Goddamn First Year Biology Class, the one that's a prerequisite for the ONLY class in the calendar that doesn't take my 7 transfer credits as a 1st year prereq.) also has no textbook listed: instead I had to buy a remote control. Apparently there's some ridiculous scheme where students take quizzes by remote control in class, aka, I get to pay $60 to save the department the cost of marking quizzes, while already paying an extra $100 more than the other students in the class by virtue of being a pharmacy student. Hmm. I suspect that we will in fact need a textbook for it too, but I'm hoping it's not listed because they assume you have the standard bio book for the other 1st year courses, which I do, albeit an older edition.

I can kind of do the butterfly stroke now! For very short intervals, since I haven't quite got the breathing down yet, by which I mean I can't breathe at all when I do butterfly, so I do a lot of stopping. But whee! It's so fun. Only two more swimming lessons left, but I've signed up for more for the fall on saturdays.

My schedule is looking pretty full for the fall. 7 courses, studying, family dinners, band practice, stitch'n'bitch, church, choir. Ostensibly I still have some free time, but I suspect I'll spend a lot of it sleeping. Oh well, whatever, I'll find out soon enough what I need to stop doing. In the meantime I'll keep taking big bites; this is going to be FUN.

Next week I am going to a "mature student orientation." A tour+q&a session. I thought I was kind of sneaking in to it, since I was going to go to the transfer student night instead but it's during a swim lesson. But anyway, I was amused to discover yesterday that I technically am a mature student - 23 and older is their definition of mature. Heh. Well, I do feel more mature than someone fresh out of highschool, but I'm guessing there will be some mature students with say, grey hair, who feel rather more mature than I am. Eh well, I prefer being patted on the head to feeling like patting someone on the head, y'know?

We had a great band practice last night. Superben fixed up his punk rock pedal (with the warning "This was an electronics 12 project. Um, don't leave the room while it's on, okay?") and so I got to play Creep with super distortion in the middle. So. Fun. I need to practice my guitar more, ie, at all. Well, now that the wedding/meet/etc. is over I should have more time. For a week anyway until school starts up. I'll pretend that, as a glam rock star, I'm going to tragically die of an overdose in two weeks, and so cram in some last intense rock star action. Or, er, maybe not.