Change. I know it's coming, but it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I see it hanging above me, I know it's about to fall, but when and where? And how hard? Will it hurt? Will I survive? Will it be just a little bump on the head, or will I be utterly incapacitated by the business and work that lies ahead?

I spoke with my academic counselor about credits I could possibly drop, and what to do for these next couple quarters in school. She thinks this job is an amazing opportunity (and don't we all?!). But all of the classes I would like to trim down and maybe add a 5th year fall quarter aren't even offered in the fall, so I would be doing an entire 5th year. Not good. So, she recommended I take some classes this summer. We'll see.

Life here is good and fall-ish. Crisp and sunny. My sister is having a baby in March. She might not come home (Seattle) to have their child. That makes me sad. I want to be there. I want her to be here. We'll see.