This is one very large angsty rant for the sake of catharsis. Read only if you have lots of time to blow.
"Tell me I'm not spending too much time on happy endings..."
Classes start again tomorrow. *sigh* I know I get no sympathy from you guys, since most of you who would read this have long since started back...
But still...
This semester I have Spanish, two honors Englishes, ecology, advanced genetics, and college algebra. 19 hours at this point. I'm probably going to drop one. I hope so, since books for those six classes will cost a total of almost $1000.

The worst part of all this is not the price, though--well, it is the price. The price of my time, you could say. Between problem sets for genetics and algebra, papers to write and books to read for the Englishes, and vocabulary and general memorization for ecology and Spanish... I'm not sure I'll have very much time for all those things I love and hold dear. Most prominently my comics... all my lovely stories. I don't want them to lie dormant in my mind. I thoroughly enjoy sharing them.
But they're just stories.
I can't spend my days making up stories and coming up with clever ways to convey them. I can't make money doing that, and that's all that matters.
I'm cynical these days. I think I'm finally starting to believe the phrase "it's all about the money." I think I'm finally caving in. They're just stories. Just made-up tales to treasure and delight in--in my spare time. Classes and studying come first.
It wouldn't be that bad, except that this winter break will be my last break spent in neglect of my studies. This summer I will have to take two more Spanish classes and two general chem classes with lab. Next winter break I have to prepare my thesis proposal. Next summer, more classes and thesis work, probably along with a job to help me look better to the optometry school. Next winter, probably a few last-minute classes (I will have defended my thesis that semester, hopefully, though it may have to wait until early spring semester). That summer, I will be free for a bit... then, with any luck, I'll be admitted into the optometry college for lots of 20- and 25-hour quarters of intense coursework.
I see little to look forward to... well, maybe a fat paycheck at the end of the road. Woo.
But I know I have to do it. Steven and I suck up money like it was water. We couldn't live on an artist's salary, and I must admit I doubt Steven alone could make enough to satisfy our lust for money. Life is expensive, after all, and we want it supersized....
I do worry about that thesis, though. I had a great idea for it, a sweeping epic focused on the characters of MSD to be made into a huge thick comic book. It would have philosophical themes galore, making it perfect for the honors college. For example, in it we would see Relden take a man's life for the first time, in defense. Under Nangani tradition, the death of one's first enemy requires that an elder fix the blood to the blade, so it's permanently stained with the sin of your first kill. Thus the Nangani remind themselves of the sacredness of life, and that one must not kill except in defense of family, home, and freedom. Relden is not in the presence of a Nangani elder, so he must go to the woods alone and perform the ceremony. It was going to be an emotionally charged scene, horrifying, touching, thought-provoking. Perfect for the honors college. The rest of the tale would deal with loyalty to those who raised you, blood ties, slavery... it was going to be
epic.
But I am not an art major. I am a biology major.
I must conduct some form of research with my advisor and write a scientific paper on it, then defend my results in front of a group of professors. Bleh. I can defend a story that's been churning in my head for a year and a half or so. But defend results from a study I care nothing about? That will be trying, to say the least.
Sorry for the long post. These things have been running through my head for the past few days...