I have never started a school year feeling so unsettled, so unready to devote my life to academics (as you can tell by the past couple of posts).
It's pretty darn painful. I decided to drop my dad's 455 class, and I'm really upset about it. I think it's the smartest thing for me to do right now, but gosh, I very much wanted to take a class from him. I don't know if I'll get another chance to do so in the future. I loved being in his lecture this morning, for my last time in 455 of this semester, watching him teach. That's my dad, I kept thinking, so full of pride to be his daughter. He was whipping out the mechanism to make asprin from benzene and explosives from acetone, toilet bowl cleaner, and peroxide, throwing out types of reactions faster than I could write; he was great. I wish I had the opportunity to continue to see him like that.
I'm really, really, really going to miss it.
Bring it on chem 462, physics 220, french 340, religion 353, and dance 485R.
You have a lot to make up for.