Yup, four weeks into the semester and I’m already relishing my daily dark roast dose (say that five times fast).

Four weeks? Already? Somehow it doesn’t feel right that September is nearly over…

I was talking with Dad last night about my classes, and he remarked that this is the first time I’ve been really excited about what I was learning. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed my courses prior to this, but I’ve never been so satisfied with the path I’m on towards a degree. The irony is, of course, that this is my fourth year of college.

My first year, I was an Education major. By the second semester I was in a classroom part-time, and I found that I just couldn’t work in such a structured learning environment. I love kids, but not in a teaching capacity. During my second year I considered Communication (hated the theoretical stuff) and Photography (love it, but I’d prefer to leave it as a relaxed hobby).

At the start of my third year, I was sure that I wanted to be a Veterinarian. Or maybe a vet tech. Or perhaps, just a Biologist. I spent two semesters immersed in Biology, Chemistry, and Math, and barely emerged with my sanity. I told my parents that if I chose to stick with the Bio major, I’d lose my soul in the process. Not that I don’t like biology, but the course of study just wasn’t right for me.

So now I’m in my fourth year, with 78 credits under my belt, and I finally know what I want to do. Which is to get my Bachelor’s in Anthropology. Anything after that has been left up to God.

In the meantime, I’ve got to polish my woefully bad geography skills and study for a map quiz, in which we have to place twenty countries, cities, and physical features on a map of North America. Doesn’t sound too hard, except that we don’t know which twenty items will be chosen. From a list of sixty-two. Oh yeah, my weekends are a blast.