school is going to be too much fun. again.
I feel that most of our lives we are... lets say... apprehensive for the first day of school. Right from kindergarten on through to high school there are rarely many school-related things to get excited about. In cegep maybe things get a little better since theres some degree of control and finally when we arrive in university theres maybe our only chance to really get fired up about getting back to the books.
Well, if there was any doubt about that happening this term around, it dissipated the instant i read the CSU mass-email on monday morning. Really? My student union organized a free kid koala for night? Holy shit! I dont even care that I have to go to Gender and Sexuality interpretation the same day!
Okay, so i was a little worried that some of my classes were going to be iffy on the interest scale since now i have to take some specific stuff for my degree requirements. But I mean, free kid koala goes a long way to turning that frown upside down. It didnt stop there though, when the professor got to 18th century literature he immediately confessed that: "I have no interest in the literature of this period. I'm actually the only guy they could get to teach this class. If it were up to me I'd be running around with collections of Chaucer and reading Beowulf. Given that this is the case, I have chosen the titles for this course based on what looked interesting to me. Marquis de Sade? Racy!" Then he told us that instead of actually reading Tristram Shandy he was going to show us the first 20 minutes of the hilarious Michael Winterbottom film and we'd call it a day. And I was worried that this class was going to bore me into flatlining in class twice a week. Now, you may not be impressed with my, erm, rigorous fidelity to academia and scholastics, but I'm not one the one who sets the requirements in honours and I had to give up my Us-Cuba relations course for this so, fairs fair. Professor Gilchrist and I will get along though: after classhe told me that Michael Winterbottom was the greatest living director when I asked him if he'd seen 24 hour party people and what else he liked by him. That and he saves me the trouble of ragging on literature in class since, given his summary of Clarissa, he has nothing but contempt for the 18th century: "And then she meets this total rake named, get this, Loveless, and about 600 pages later he rapes her and she dies, and then, god, the book CONTINUES if youll believe it, for another 400 pages or so."
I'll definitely be amused this term, if not necessarily educated, so theres always that.
Before I go, here's a random book-reading suggestion for you all:
If you really would like to figure out the whole 'love' thing (or just make it way more complicated) read:
1) The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
and THEN
2) Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I go to pains to mention the order since the unbearable lightness of being is excessively depressing and you'll need something as genius as love in the time of cholera to pick you up off the floor after reading 300 pages about the impossibility of love in the context of the soviet occupation of czechoslovakia. Anyway, i got my order wrong and now Im suffering. And for gods sakes dont see the movie of love in the time of cholera, marquez is way better in print im sure.
Well, if there was any doubt about that happening this term around, it dissipated the instant i read the CSU mass-email on monday morning. Really? My student union organized a free kid koala for night? Holy shit! I dont even care that I have to go to Gender and Sexuality interpretation the same day!
Okay, so i was a little worried that some of my classes were going to be iffy on the interest scale since now i have to take some specific stuff for my degree requirements. But I mean, free kid koala goes a long way to turning that frown upside down. It didnt stop there though, when the professor got to 18th century literature he immediately confessed that: "I have no interest in the literature of this period. I'm actually the only guy they could get to teach this class. If it were up to me I'd be running around with collections of Chaucer and reading Beowulf. Given that this is the case, I have chosen the titles for this course based on what looked interesting to me. Marquis de Sade? Racy!" Then he told us that instead of actually reading Tristram Shandy he was going to show us the first 20 minutes of the hilarious Michael Winterbottom film and we'd call it a day. And I was worried that this class was going to bore me into flatlining in class twice a week. Now, you may not be impressed with my, erm, rigorous fidelity to academia and scholastics, but I'm not one the one who sets the requirements in honours and I had to give up my Us-Cuba relations course for this so, fairs fair. Professor Gilchrist and I will get along though: after classhe told me that Michael Winterbottom was the greatest living director when I asked him if he'd seen 24 hour party people and what else he liked by him. That and he saves me the trouble of ragging on literature in class since, given his summary of Clarissa, he has nothing but contempt for the 18th century: "And then she meets this total rake named, get this, Loveless, and about 600 pages later he rapes her and she dies, and then, god, the book CONTINUES if youll believe it, for another 400 pages or so."
I'll definitely be amused this term, if not necessarily educated, so theres always that.
Before I go, here's a random book-reading suggestion for you all:
If you really would like to figure out the whole 'love' thing (or just make it way more complicated) read:
1) The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
and THEN
2) Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I go to pains to mention the order since the unbearable lightness of being is excessively depressing and you'll need something as genius as love in the time of cholera to pick you up off the floor after reading 300 pages about the impossibility of love in the context of the soviet occupation of czechoslovakia. Anyway, i got my order wrong and now Im suffering. And for gods sakes dont see the movie of love in the time of cholera, marquez is way better in print im sure.