Starting May 21st I begin taking online classes through pvcc! They will be as follows: Psyche 101 and Information Literacy. I feel apprehension about this, anxiety falls over my brow like a cowl and I can't help but think that this will be like highschool all over again. BUT on the other hand, I'm excited... the nervousness only makes the excitement more palpable, it has a flavor...
What will happen to me? At first I'll be doing the majority of my studies online, but will have to take tests and whatnot in house in the PVCC testing area, which having taken my placement tests there I am familiar with. My summer will be a refresher course in studying and school work, in getting into the groove of college without actually taking too much of a risk. In the fall I plan to take the refresher course in English that I'm required to enroll in due to my abysmally pathetic score on the writing portion of the placement tests. THAT will be my first in house course, though I may take a second alongside it, as I doubt it will give me much trouble.
I keep trying to ignore my mothers persistent reminders of my learning disability, she insists that I tell them of it and my IEP so that I can get the help I need to succeed in college. I don't FEEL like I have a learning disability, I FEEL like writing is my one true strength and to think otherwise will only bring me down....
In other news I've received word that my book is being read by a few individuals locally, the parent of and old friend, a stranger I've never met... it all seems so surreal. I don't know these people, well most of them at least, and yet somehow they've found my words and my work and enjoyed them. MY life on paper, that's what that 301 page beast is to me, and they are READING IT!
I finally wrote Ethan back, I told him I'd meet with him to discuss the writing and publication process, though the way he worded his email it seems he thinks I actually had some clue as to what I was doing... I hope I don't disappoint him. Old friends... I never really knew them, at least not the way they knew each other, but they meant something to me just taking the time to talk to me as I wandered the halls of Murray high school like a black clad ghost in a penny dreadful. I wonder if they realize that they were the only reason I kept coming to school at all instead of dropping out. Just for a few words, a laugh or two, a clever reference to a mutual interest... its all I needed to break the isolation, just for a moment, and feel like an actual human being instead of just... a shadow.
What kind of learning disability do you have? I didn't know you had one at all. I'm SOOOOOO glad you're going to PVCC. I can't tell you how happy this makes me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for talking to me the other night... that really helped me figure out why I felt so weird about the SARA thing.