Had an early math class this morning in Lotte Lehmann Concert Hall, the same concert hall in which I had my (excellent, easy and fun) music appreciation class last quarter. It's terrible to have a class called "differential equations & linear algebra" in a lecture hall that you generally associate with fun, interesting lectures. The professor strikes me as vaguely senile. At least Aiko and Rahul are in that class with me so that we can commiserate.
Spent the hour in between math and philosophy buying over 200 dollars' worth of textbooks, (tears tears tears.) Surprisingly, only two of them were for philosophy, and they were the cheapest ones. Math and comp sci are really bleeding me for money. I should probably get around to selling some of the old books I have squirreled away untidily under my bed. I think Michael Landau (our hall's resident Jew) is taking my old, unopened music appreciation text off my hands, so at least that's something.
Philosophy is going to be excellent! I have the complete opposite situation as I have in math- phil 20c is in the same hall in which I had physics 1 last quarter, the bane of my existence. The professor is a young, Asian guy who gave me hope that the papers for that class may not strain my atrophied writing brain. It became apparent throughout the lecture that the class was basically going to be AP English lite; the same texts, (Locke, Kant,) but presented in in a much more friendly and readable format. I recognized concepts from AP English, AP lit, and AP world history, and that was only the first lecture. Even if the class ends up being dull, nostalgia should get me through it.
Right. I have to turn in my housing contract for next year to the housing office, sign up for CLAS, and take inventory of the supplies I'm going to need for the coming quarter. Good thing I'm so busy or I might even get homesick.
I'm mentioning
kitten_medli in this post because if I don't she'll troll my journal again with pictures of preteen phenomenons. Actually, she probably will anyway.