in an average semester, student film shoots would start about five or six weeks into the semester and be in peak activity a few weeks after that. that meant that by mid-march i was getting steeped in classwork, but i could tread it well enough until the end of the semester, pray hard, and emerge feeling victorious.
carrying these 18.5 credits, i was feeling that drowning feeling by the middle of the second week. the photography class was fascinating and something i fought to get in to; american heritage was a beast of a class and demanded a lot, but, although my professor held high expectations, he was also very good, and i wanted to stick with it.
i was sitting in the living room one night with books piles at my feet, talking with jack. it soon became apparent that, while it would be really cool if i could do this, it really wasn't a smart idea.
the next day, i dropped american heritage.
i took it a year later during the summer. it wasn't as interesting, but my photography class that winter proved so demanding that i was still fighting a good fight by the end of the semester.