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sureiIt's been decided. The Monday following Alumni Weekend, I go on medical leave again. (And thank goodness I'd decided to continue classes anyway, or I would have been packed home early and that's a major hassle.)
Don't worry, people. This is just a simple recurrence of the same old. The only difference this time (beyond the fact that (a) I got farther through the semester this time, and (b) I haven't been actively miserable) is that, instead of trying to rush and be all better in time for next semester, we're going to take as long as need be. I'll probably be taking the occasional class at UNC while I'm at home, to keep up and all. (In fact, since I'm allowed to earn up to 8 credits while on leave, technically I think I could graduate. Huh.)
Other good news is, since UNC has a spectacular Asian Studies program, I will not (hopefully) be falling behind in either Japanese or thesis. This is good, even if, upon return, I won't have been supposed to start it yet. It will feel good to be ahead of the world again. No more trying to take dictation while following the person down the sidewalk, avoiding traffic, trying to hear clearly through the traffic noise and the fact they're turned away and not really paying attention, balancing a stack of books on your head, and with a headache. Which is a slight elaboration on an actual example I gave when a prof wanted to know how stressed I was actually feeling, shortly before I went on leave the first time.
Not so bad this time around, mostly because I have more friends, more things to do with myself when alone, and don't dread any of my classes. Does look like I'll have to give up that lovely room draw number, and my first-slot-first-day pre-registration time. People returning from leave tend to get put into deferred housing unless their getting better coincides with the end of a semester, and they always register last.
... Eh. Not like I haven't dealt with that before, and look where it got me: lovely freshmen who (hopefully) respect and like me and cheer me up inordinately and give me a captive audience sometimes, and I've enough experience with adding into already full classes that the late registration doesn't really bother me.
Besides, what will be will be. What has been changes only with perspective. No point fussing, even if I'd wanted to.
Don't worry, people. This is just a simple recurrence of the same old. The only difference this time (beyond the fact that (a) I got farther through the semester this time, and (b) I haven't been actively miserable) is that, instead of trying to rush and be all better in time for next semester, we're going to take as long as need be. I'll probably be taking the occasional class at UNC while I'm at home, to keep up and all. (In fact, since I'm allowed to earn up to 8 credits while on leave, technically I think I could graduate. Huh.)
Other good news is, since UNC has a spectacular Asian Studies program, I will not (hopefully) be falling behind in either Japanese or thesis. This is good, even if, upon return, I won't have been supposed to start it yet. It will feel good to be ahead of the world again. No more trying to take dictation while following the person down the sidewalk, avoiding traffic, trying to hear clearly through the traffic noise and the fact they're turned away and not really paying attention, balancing a stack of books on your head, and with a headache. Which is a slight elaboration on an actual example I gave when a prof wanted to know how stressed I was actually feeling, shortly before I went on leave the first time.
Not so bad this time around, mostly because I have more friends, more things to do with myself when alone, and don't dread any of my classes. Does look like I'll have to give up that lovely room draw number, and my first-slot-first-day pre-registration time. People returning from leave tend to get put into deferred housing unless their getting better coincides with the end of a semester, and they always register last.
... Eh. Not like I haven't dealt with that before, and look where it got me: lovely freshmen who (hopefully) respect and like me and cheer me up inordinately and give me a captive audience sometimes, and I've enough experience with adding into already full classes that the late registration doesn't really bother me.
Besides, what will be will be. What has been changes only with perspective. No point fussing, even if I'd wanted to.