Today is Friday. Yay! It is lovely to look forward to a three-day weekend. This was my first full week of college classes (holy poop) and, assuming that the work load won't decrease any, I think it's safe to assume that I'm not going to have all that much free time. My schedule is forming up to be eat, sleep, class, study, think about sleep and food, class, study, Walmart, class. Which is alright, but rather intense.
Last weekend I went clubbing. (This weekend is shaping up to be significantly more relaxed. Things I appreciate.) That was an experience, to say the least. The dancing and music were fun, but I must side with Anna on this point: the creepy people hanging around canceled out a significant portion of that fun. I'm glad we went, but I'm not so sure that I want a repeat experience real soon.
The dorm has gotten very quiet, with many of my fellow first-years already on their way home for Labor Day. Makes it easier to nap.
Love you all.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
College
Recently, it has been brought to my attention that I have been failing rather epically to keep this blog updated. Ahem. In an attempt to salvage this endeavor from its descent into complete lack of being, I have decided to write a post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. They might be short, meaningless and trivial, but they will nonetheless exist. And I will get in a rhythm. Hopefully.
So. College. I be at it.
And it's going rather well, in my opinion. Today marks the first full week that we've had in classes. I quite enjoy them. My favorite so far would have to be Theories of Human Communication (here on referred to as THC. Joke intended.) My professor is not only extremely intelligent; he's actually a good teacher! I'm learning! WOO! It also helps that the subject is freakin cool. Playing with the idea of majoring in it. We'll see. Art History promises to be good. I enjoy discussion classes, and this seems to be one of the better ones. Even though I'm often wrong in my interpretation, due to my lack of any knowledge about art, the professor will correct us without simply shooting down our ideas. Which is nice. My operas of Verdi and Wagner class has only met once, and only to go over the syllabus, but that seemed alright. My HUMA is gonna be intense. Tad worried bout that. Lots of reading and frequent papers. But POSITIVE OUTLOOK. If I let myself worry, nothing will go well. So. Gotta be pumped! Woo!
A part of me, a relatively small part, but still there, feels like having a good time here is a sort of betrayal. To my friends at home and away, and to my family. That the ebbing of my homesickness means that I don't love you all as much as I know I do. Which doesn't make sense. I do love each of you, and I miss you more than I can really say. But if I let it overwhelm me, nothing will magically get better. Really, it would just make things worse.
So I guess the theme of the day is to focus on the positive. As much as possible.
My love and best wishes.
So. College. I be at it.
And it's going rather well, in my opinion. Today marks the first full week that we've had in classes. I quite enjoy them. My favorite so far would have to be Theories of Human Communication (here on referred to as THC. Joke intended.) My professor is not only extremely intelligent; he's actually a good teacher! I'm learning! WOO! It also helps that the subject is freakin cool. Playing with the idea of majoring in it. We'll see. Art History promises to be good. I enjoy discussion classes, and this seems to be one of the better ones. Even though I'm often wrong in my interpretation, due to my lack of any knowledge about art, the professor will correct us without simply shooting down our ideas. Which is nice. My operas of Verdi and Wagner class has only met once, and only to go over the syllabus, but that seemed alright. My HUMA is gonna be intense. Tad worried bout that. Lots of reading and frequent papers. But POSITIVE OUTLOOK. If I let myself worry, nothing will go well. So. Gotta be pumped! Woo!
A part of me, a relatively small part, but still there, feels like having a good time here is a sort of betrayal. To my friends at home and away, and to my family. That the ebbing of my homesickness means that I don't love you all as much as I know I do. Which doesn't make sense. I do love each of you, and I miss you more than I can really say. But if I let it overwhelm me, nothing will magically get better. Really, it would just make things worse.
So I guess the theme of the day is to focus on the positive. As much as possible.
My love and best wishes.
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