death’s door. or at least his cousin sick’s window.

Spring break’s plans were to do a few chores like my taxes, read a lot, and relax. Instead, my couple of routine doctor’s visits have turned into referrals for more, and with all the possibilities for sickness I have, I feel like I’m knocking on death’s door. I’ve decided I want to live with my parents next year, change my major, and graduate a semester early. Let’s just hope the department lets me. U of A is way too expensive to stay the whole year, and damned if I’m going to start paying for my education now. If I have to take out loans or pay real money, it has to be for a Master’s degree.