Once again, I'm a few minutes before my morning TC3 classes. I have a persuasive speech due on Monday, and I'm actually looking forward to it. My dad will be so proud: the speech will be an attempt to get all my classmates to open a retirement account. He made me start one when I was 17; at the time, I thought he was insane, but now it's really fun to get my statements and watch the account grow.
It's this kind of planning for the future that I'm trying to take into consideration on a fairly regular basis. I've been learning how to balance my expectations and wishes with what actually happens, but it's becoming clear to me that it is far better to have a plan than to just wing it. For example, I've been in touch with some of the Agricultural Science professors at Cornell, and they've put me on their mailing list. Through the list, I've already found out about several job opportunities. It's amazing to me that people will want me to work for them because of the college I attended. Simon's Rock is an amazing place, but it just doesn't have that kind of recognition.
My chemistry class this semester is about survival. It's CHEM 101 and I'm taking it to make the Cornell admissions office happy. They won't accept the CHEM 107 and 108 that I took in high school because a) it wasn't taught on the TC3 campus and b) it counted for both high school and college credit. This wouldn't be so bad if my professor actually knew what he was talking about and made it interesting; as it is, I'm taking notes out of the book and doing my homework in class.
Again, to be continued...
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