My life since the end of May has been pretty much the bare bones existence. Yes, it is of my own choosing, and Miriam is quick to remind me that I'm the one that thinks that college classes will enrich my life. And I still think they enrich my life. But, it probably was not advisable to take four upper level, under-graduate/graduate classes all at the same time this summer. (No, I'm not getting my masters degree - it's just that three of my classes were cross-listed as both under-grad and grad courses.) And it's probably not advisable to take four more classes this fall, but I am hoping it will be a better experience since the courses are not condensed into six weeks, but instead cover sixteen weeks.
The four classes that I took this summer I thoroughly enjoyed, except for one. That one was not my first choice for a required "filler" class, but it was the only option. (As it turned out, it shouldn't have been an option; the registration for that class should have had strict parameters around it as it was a capstone course which required 3-4 prior classes.) That class was WAY harder than I was prepared for or expecting. Since the course was only six weeks, and we had completed two weeks before the teacher realized that the majority of her students were not supposed to be in the class, and there is no refunding for summer classes, we just had to pull up
