The Advent of Class.
02.09.22
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Music o' the Entry: "Last Smile", Love Psychedelico
Man I love this song. Actually, I love lots of songs. Recently, I seem to be digging through some of my CD's I haven't touched in a bit and I am glad to report that my delight in them has not faded, merely been distracted. The current favourite of the moment in those terms is Pierrot, whose PRIVATE ENEMY CD I gleefully listened to on my way to and from school, and whose FINALE album I plan to listen to today on my journeys. Now that I think about it, are all of Pierrot's albums all capital-y and crap? I've never thought about it before, but I think perhaps...ah well, not important, I'm just happy to listen to "ICAROSS" again today. Today seems like sort of a nostalgia day, but I think it has more to do with the season. Because the region where I live is mildly stupid, in the climatological sense, and autumn, within the last week or so, has finally arrived. This is the first autumn with Matt, and the season and smells bring back memories of last year when I was still reeling from the events of the summer. Of course, it doesn't help that I discovered Love Psychedelico right about now...but I'm not so sad, although I did have a weird dream last night in which Soba was a Zoroastrian priest and I got him to sing a song about Ahura Mazda. Blimey, I don't even know if Zoroastrianism HAS priests, much less whether or not they sing about Mr.Mazda. Oh well, that's what trusty Zoroastrian book beside computer desk is for!
I'm in my final days of freedom, as my second true year at college will begin on Wednesday, and with it comes new job and all that rot. Although just got a bit harder, thanks to my own slight overzealousness when it comes to the credits. The good news is a couple of days ago, the professor whose class I was trying to enter in the ESLG dept. (English as a Second Language, which is different than the ELI classes taught at my school for people who are attempting to learn English) called and informed me that I have officially entered her class, although the phone woke me up so I'm afraid I sounded like a colossal tard. Oh well, I need to do my best to prove myself worthy, as the class is intended for seniors going for a degree in education and I'm a punk kid who won't even be able to legally drink when she graduates with a geography degree. But then again, I've violated pretty much every facet of the degree plan the uni lays out for it's students to follow, why not? My next quest will be to enter the graduate-level World English class, which examines English dialects within the United States and worldwide and interests me wildly, but I don't know how receptive they'd be to an undergraduate, particularly a young one who has taken a grand total of two college-level English classes in her higher educational-career. Anyway, I got into that class so I happily dropped my "Art in the Humanities" awful-travesty-class but was then greeted by the prospect of taking a mere 16 credits this quarter As I'm valiantly attempting to graduate in three years, this seemed a foul thing so I did the only natural thing: added another three-credit class, which puts me into credit-overload, my natural happy state! So now my classes are as follows:
Second Language Teaching and Acquisition
Atmospheric Environment
Precalculus I
Cartography I
Fast Fitness
Hooray silly geography major, eh? Yes, I am insane, particularly since I commute, get carsick when reading, and will have job to put up with. Ah well, I have to go there today to witness a signing of my driver licence and SSN, so more tonight.
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