The last of the leaves

Winter is approaching fast; one day the trees were all gorgeous red and orange, and now they're all bare, except for this little bush.  As much as I enjoy stomping around on leaves, the empty skies make the world feel colder, and the temperatures are dropping as it is.  

Also, except for in this area on campus, the maintenance crews have been mowing all the leaves.  I'm sure it serves some purpose other than breaking the souls of students who just want to enjoy fall while we can.  I'm sure of it.  

Good news, I'm registered for classes, and I got all the courses that I requested.  I'm taking 4 spanish classes (more on that at a later date), world history, and mental health and addictions.  I'm very excited about the mental health and addictions class; that's actually what I came to school intending to study.  Since then I've fallen in love with other areas of social work, but I'm still very interested in the topic.  I'm nervous about the history class.  I suppose that's a strange thing to be nervous about.  Partly as a result of other classes that I've been taking in the last couple years I've become very critical of the history that we're taught in school; there's always another side to the story.  I'm curious to see if this will be more mindless repetition of old stories, or if we'll actually be applying our thinking skills to what we're told.  

In other news, look, intentional mismatching!  Not matching always makes me feel better.