Dear goodness... a page and a half of my friends page is all yesterday and today. I can't keep up with this! (Hooray for everyone, keeping me occupied). I need to leave comments everywhere, but unfortunately my time today is limited to about an hour right now between lunch and Bio discussion, Bio lectures, and then dinnerishness. And hopefully some running somehow if I can get it in. I hear my high school got a freaking snow day again. What the heck? I have to walk around in this stuff, it's just not fair!! Darn college for never cancelling anything! I don't imagine anything short of like, five feet of snow would get anything cancelled here, really. Since pretty much everyone lives either right on campus, or pretty freaking near it. I mean, I think I'm among some of the farthest away people... silly everyone here living so close to campus! Preventing snow days. Ah well... it makes me happier to be able to come back to my lovely little room where the heater is broken so it's terribly hot in here. So nice in the winter. I don't know what we're going to do once it gets to spring though... we'll probably die or something. And it won't be the bed's fault, either. Hehehe.
For some reason, my performance in Hum this quarter is improving by leaps and bounds. I didn't nod off once today! And I responded to questions rather than pretending I was trying to find an answer in my book. Heh. Unfortunately, the opposite is happening in calc. I need to start making it to problem sessions. I think as long as I get through this midterm Thursday, I ought to be alright, though... I hope. Darn this school. Gah! There's always got to be something that's unnecessarily frustrating!
I suppose I should really do my reading for Bio right now, since I'm a bit behind on it (err... three days behind, actually), and we're probably going to be discussing it today. There are only like, ten people in my discussion section, so I'd better at least make an effort to know what's going on, in case I'm compelled to contribute. Darn all the bizarrely "controversial" topics in bio... that have all been beaten to within an inch of their life by lots of people who really don't know what they're talking about, or only know half of it, and haven't bothered to figure anything else out. But that's sort of irrelevant. It's what people do (people here more often than others, too, I think... since we've been told that we're smart, and for some reason we feel the need to live up to it through small facts that we project into the main point when it's really pretty far from it). Heh, this is really funny when you consider the reason I'm really bitter about all this intellectual crap really has nothing to do with biology, but more to do with having my artistic sensibilites slaughtered and handed back to me on a plate by this pretentious weirdo yesterday in drama who was "teaching" us about design. Screw the right brain, left brain stuff, putting words into a sculpture does not "obscure" the meaning of it, especially when you're supposed to be sculpting something as ambiguous and subjective as "anticipation." We did not "fail in that aspect of the sculpture"... in fact, everyone else in the class got it because of the words.. maybe his right brain's getting in the way of thinking. Perhaps we are too "bookish." Hehehe. But in that case, our sculpture was sucessful because it spoke in the language of the majority of the people present... it wasn't our job to cater to his artistic sensibilites, eh?? There are so many freaking connotations and feelings associated with anticipation that... that... heh, sorry. Just venting a bit. Stupid pretention! If I catch too much of it here, everyone back home has to promise to beat it out of me! Actually, you could probably start right now, because it sounds like I'm starting to take myself seriously here in this art crap. Mwah!
Right... I'm going to go do my reading now, if I don't get distracted by leaving comments in all those journal entries I'm trying to catch up with.
For some reason, my performance in Hum this quarter is improving by leaps and bounds. I didn't nod off once today! And I responded to questions rather than pretending I was trying to find an answer in my book. Heh. Unfortunately, the opposite is happening in calc. I need to start making it to problem sessions. I think as long as I get through this midterm Thursday, I ought to be alright, though... I hope. Darn this school. Gah! There's always got to be something that's unnecessarily frustrating!
I suppose I should really do my reading for Bio right now, since I'm a bit behind on it (err... three days behind, actually), and we're probably going to be discussing it today. There are only like, ten people in my discussion section, so I'd better at least make an effort to know what's going on, in case I'm compelled to contribute. Darn all the bizarrely "controversial" topics in bio... that have all been beaten to within an inch of their life by lots of people who really don't know what they're talking about, or only know half of it, and haven't bothered to figure anything else out. But that's sort of irrelevant. It's what people do (people here more often than others, too, I think... since we've been told that we're smart, and for some reason we feel the need to live up to it through small facts that we project into the main point when it's really pretty far from it). Heh, this is really funny when you consider the reason I'm really bitter about all this intellectual crap really has nothing to do with biology, but more to do with having my artistic sensibilites slaughtered and handed back to me on a plate by this pretentious weirdo yesterday in drama who was "teaching" us about design. Screw the right brain, left brain stuff, putting words into a sculpture does not "obscure" the meaning of it, especially when you're supposed to be sculpting something as ambiguous and subjective as "anticipation." We did not "fail in that aspect of the sculpture"... in fact, everyone else in the class got it because of the words.. maybe his right brain's getting in the way of thinking. Perhaps we are too "bookish." Hehehe. But in that case, our sculpture was sucessful because it spoke in the language of the majority of the people present... it wasn't our job to cater to his artistic sensibilites, eh?? There are so many freaking connotations and feelings associated with anticipation that... that... heh, sorry. Just venting a bit. Stupid pretention! If I catch too much of it here, everyone back home has to promise to beat it out of me! Actually, you could probably start right now, because it sounds like I'm starting to take myself seriously here in this art crap. Mwah!
Right... I'm going to go do my reading now, if I don't get distracted by leaving comments in all those journal entries I'm trying to catch up with.