(That many exclamation marks are the sure sign of a sick mind.)
I haven't felt this way about school, well, ever.
When I was a kid I used to look forward to the end of school holidays because I would get to see my friends. These days I see my friends outside school a lot more. In fact a lot of my friends don't go to school at all, or not to mine. Anyway, I didn't ever really look forward to going to class.
Finally, I've found a course, nay a career, that gets me revved up.
Last semester I averaged an HD - AVERAGED.
I don't mean to be gloating about my marks, I have known all along that I'm capable of being a straight-A student (or tertiary equivalent), but it's just that I have finally found a course that motivates me to achieve those heights.
When I was studying Arts I barely scraped through the subjects I actually completed, but didn't bother going to class most of the time. Now that I'm studying Professional Writing I'm loathe to miss a single class and there's no way in hell I'm going to have an assignment late.
I've also decided to commit to the career, not down the track when I finish the course, but now.
I'm a writer - full time.
I'm going to get up every day and write, go to school when I have class, but write otherwise.
I state this here to get it on the public record.
This is a commitment.
This is my JOB, I do this for A LIVING.
I'm in it for the long-haul.
Roll on semester two, I'm ready for you.