Go Bobcats

This weekend it has become very real to me that in a matter of months I'm going to be back in school. At a big school.
I took Friday off and drove down to San Marcos to take a look at Texas State. In the small section of campus that I walked through I probably saw more people than I see any given day at Concordia. It took longer for me to walk from the building where the English department is to the building where the graduate school offices are than it takes to walk from one end of Concordia to the other. And that was only one small part of campus.
I met with my advisor and got a ton of information about the program, including information on how to do a thesis proposal and a sample of the comprehensive exam I'll have to take during my final semester. I thought it was a little early to be getting such information since I haven't even started yet but at least I know what I'm in for.... I did get information on the classes being offered this fall. There are several of them that look interesting, but I only have time to take two. And of those two, one is required, so I really only get to pick one. So...do I want to take a class in Irish Comic Writers, Southern Poetry, the Renaissance Epic, American Autobiographies (which actually looks so much more interesting than it sounds), or the Romantic Movement, focusing on Byron, Keats, and the Shelleys? I know, most of these sound horribly dull to most of you, but I'm an English geek. They all sound fun to me!! I have until next Monday to decide.
After meeting my advisor, I walked to the graduate school offices to turn in some paper work. They were pretty much useless. I asked about getting a parking permit, an ID, and computer access. I can't do that until after I register. I asked how soon after registering do I have to pay tuition. They didn't know. I asked who did. They didn't know that either. ?!?!?!? I'd really like to talk to someone who has the equivalent of my job, but I don't think there is such a person in the graduate school. The only useful thing they told me was that I'd hear about the scholarships I applied for sometime in April or May.
I was very proud of myself that I was able to find my car again, and I even managed to find the way out of campus. No small feat...I think that place is a maze.
I did learn one really useful thing--I may be able to finish this degree within two years. I'm giving myself three, but two would be really nice.

Some other notes:
I got my financial aid package on Saturday. A huge chunk of it was a loan, but at least now I don't have to worry about how I'm going to pay for this degree.

This morning I got to church at 9:30 and was so proud because I was on time for Bible study. As I was walking down the hall, the bell rang, signalling that class was over. It was actually 10:30. I had no idea that the time changed this morning.

My pastor and his wife have decided to play matchmaker. They're not very subtle.