People of the interwebz, I’m going to be honest with you.

It’s been one of those weeks.

You know, the one with the first big test of the semester, and the first big paper, and that assignment that you never fully understood, and, oh boy, there’s a fiction piece you totally forgot about due tomorrow, not to mention those six meetings, and the show you’re producing goes into tech next week, and, oh my word, is it 4am already?


Pretty much sums it up.

Pretty much sums it up.

You get the picture. Substitute “fiction piece” for “so-and-so lab” and officially everyone at Hopkins has had a week just like mine. And, yeah, I can tell you that the big heaping of due dates all in a terrifying row in your planner makes you want to chuck it across the room from time to time, but I can also tell you that the feeling of checking those days off one-by-one is ranked in the top ten feelings ever. I have one more day to draw a nice, fat “x” through, one more paper to lift off of my shoulders, and then I’m officially in the clear. So, while I’m here in the eighth inning (sports people say that, right?), I thought I’d give some airtime to the classes that simultaneously challenge my relationship with dear old DayPlanner (I still love you) and make my life pretty awesome.

Introduction to Fiction: I’ll start with the one that’s easiest to love. Oh merciful class of creative writing and active discussion, how I love thee. My schedule has been feeling kind of lecture-y this semester, so I look forward to this thirteen-person class every week. It’s a blissful two hours and twenty minutes of discussing short stories, work-shopping my peers’ (fabulous) pieces, and listening to my professor (or Glenn, as we so informally get to call him) be a genius. His philosophy about not being an instructor, but a “writer among writers” made me love him on day one.

 Principles of Marketing: Coolest. Class. Ever. Id’ heard mixed reviews about the course itself (it adds a whole new depth to the term “work-intensive”), but my professor makes it a close second to the aforementioned Writing Sems haven. Her crazy impressive real-life experience makes her super legit, and I feel like I’ve learned an incredible amount from her in the past couple of weeks. Plus, the whole semester culminates in a proposal for a new product of our own design, so I feel like I’m actually doing marketing, not just learning about it. Also, we watched an SNL clip on Tuesday. So there’s that.

My marketing buddy! Included because we're pretty. No shame.

My marketing buddy! Included because we’re pretty. No shame.

 Introduction to Psychology: One of these things is not like the other. I’ll fully admit that I originally took this class to rack up some much-needed Natural Science credits (#humanitiesstruggles), but it’s turned out to be one of my faves! Sure, I still cringe when my professor says words like “autoreceptor” and “spike discharge,” but I’m really digging the social psychology aspect of the course. We also get extra credit for participating in actual psych studies, which is just so Hopkins it hurts.

 American Literature: This would be higher on the list if it weren’t the cause of this week’s paper woes, but what can you do. This is one of Hopkins’ best lecture-style literature courses, mostly because Professor Nealon is such a dynamic speaker. He really works to tie our readings to their different places in history, so we get a nice, complete picture of where the author is coming from. There’s also a great variety of assignments; I’ve read Dickinson and DuBois in the last week alone.

 Introduction to Greek Philosophy: Oh, philosophy. We meet again. In case you missed my previous dalliance with good old Kant, I’ll give you a quick refresher: I hate philosophy. It’s not poor Kant’s fault, though he definitely could have indulged in less run-on sentences. I just don’t feel it. I’m not very good at it either. This class is cool though, because right now we’re just reading tiny fragments of the theories of super old philosophers. You know, the guys who thought that humans came from fish. It’s just bizarre enough to keep me interested, which is really the best I can hope for.

Loljk, it's you.

Loljk, it’s you.

So there you have it! It’s certainly not easy, and I certainly wouldn’t live this week all over again, but it’s great to love what you do (and do what you love).