Not really anything of importance
So I had a great time at home. I missed some people entirely but I'll get to see them at Christmas. Others, I saw and wished I hadn't. I enjoyed seeing you all though, a lot, and I look forward to more girl time at break. And Taco Bueno.
It's funny to me how some relationships are superficial before you leave but don't realize how much so until you return. Then the strength in other relationships is suddenly apparent when the time spent together seems to pick up right where it left off, and the 4 months in between them feel like they never happened.
This visit was a lot better than my last though. I got to see more family, more friends, and enjoy my time more so than before, and I didn't even have as much of it. It's funny how that works. I guess I was more emotionally stable this time. Seriously, last time I couldn't function and I cried a lot and shit. This time I didn't cry. I actually haven't cried or been emotional since that last visit, I don't think.
I'm stressing out about classes to take because I don't know what I want to major in. I'm looking at an Introduction to Acting class and an Issues in Popular Culture class on top of my already chosen First Year Seminar. My fourth class remains a mystery but I'm looking at Shakespeare's Tragedies (it's not an arts credit it's an english credit) or another lit or art history course, because both would go towards a writing major if and when I decide to do that next year. I'm putting off French and Writing Workshop: Prose Fiction until Sophomore year because frankly both will require a lot of work and effort that I just don't think I am ready for quite yet. Plus I want my writing skills to be better than they are currently so that I will benefit from that workshop. It looks amazing though and I am excited to put together a portfolio in the Spring to submit for evaluation and placement in the class.
I really enjoyed Elf and Pieces of April and recommend both.
I also recommend steering clear of KFC. I'm fairly certain the one in Claremore is about 10x better than the one in Ghetto Kingston. Pink chicken is such bad news. Eww.
Apparently I'm singing in the school wide Cabaret Friday, because my teacher wants one person to represent our musical theater class and they chose Christian and me to sing our song. I am sort of scared shitless and I don't know if I can handle it. I haven't really been on a stage here yet and it's terrifying really, because it's been so long. Plus, these kids are all so fucking good. It's so intimidating. I'm a freshman. We shall see.
I found out today my teacher is assigning a take home test with short answer questions over EVERY BOOK WE'VE COVERED THIS SEMESTER. Too bad this means I will actually have to go back and read Descartes, Locke, Galileo, Pascal, Defoe, and Equiano. K.I.L.L. M.E. I pretty much have to do this all on Saturday because the take home test is given out on Tuesday and we have 24 hours to finish it. I really want to die.
I have to go finish a portrait now. I never did it, so I'm stuck to do my own face. Really too bad.
It's funny to me how some relationships are superficial before you leave but don't realize how much so until you return. Then the strength in other relationships is suddenly apparent when the time spent together seems to pick up right where it left off, and the 4 months in between them feel like they never happened.
This visit was a lot better than my last though. I got to see more family, more friends, and enjoy my time more so than before, and I didn't even have as much of it. It's funny how that works. I guess I was more emotionally stable this time. Seriously, last time I couldn't function and I cried a lot and shit. This time I didn't cry. I actually haven't cried or been emotional since that last visit, I don't think.
I'm stressing out about classes to take because I don't know what I want to major in. I'm looking at an Introduction to Acting class and an Issues in Popular Culture class on top of my already chosen First Year Seminar. My fourth class remains a mystery but I'm looking at Shakespeare's Tragedies (it's not an arts credit it's an english credit) or another lit or art history course, because both would go towards a writing major if and when I decide to do that next year. I'm putting off French and Writing Workshop: Prose Fiction until Sophomore year because frankly both will require a lot of work and effort that I just don't think I am ready for quite yet. Plus I want my writing skills to be better than they are currently so that I will benefit from that workshop. It looks amazing though and I am excited to put together a portfolio in the Spring to submit for evaluation and placement in the class.
I really enjoyed Elf and Pieces of April and recommend both.
I also recommend steering clear of KFC. I'm fairly certain the one in Claremore is about 10x better than the one in Ghetto Kingston. Pink chicken is such bad news. Eww.
Apparently I'm singing in the school wide Cabaret Friday, because my teacher wants one person to represent our musical theater class and they chose Christian and me to sing our song. I am sort of scared shitless and I don't know if I can handle it. I haven't really been on a stage here yet and it's terrifying really, because it's been so long. Plus, these kids are all so fucking good. It's so intimidating. I'm a freshman. We shall see.
I found out today my teacher is assigning a take home test with short answer questions over EVERY BOOK WE'VE COVERED THIS SEMESTER. Too bad this means I will actually have to go back and read Descartes, Locke, Galileo, Pascal, Defoe, and Equiano. K.I.L.L. M.E. I pretty much have to do this all on Saturday because the take home test is given out on Tuesday and we have 24 hours to finish it. I really want to die.
I have to go finish a portrait now. I never did it, so I'm stuck to do my own face. Really too bad.