I think being friends with Kez inspires me to actually *think*
First: I just want to agree with everyone else that Heath Ledger's death is tragic. I really hope he wasn't a junkie and it was just an accidental overdose. D:
Secondly: My first day of classes was pretty awesome, because last night while talking to Kez it occurred to me that I should look for another class to register for to replace the GLBT Lit class. (That class, while the subject may have been awesome, had a professor who didn't even bother to put in to have the school bookstore buy the class books, she just expected us to buy our books from a local feminist bookstore. Which, hey I support that bookstore. But I'm also poor and can only afford my books because my financial aid pays for it, and I don't think the feminist bookstore would take my student account. I wrote as much on the anonymous note cards she had us write out about what we expected to get out of the class and why we took it. I wish I had said I took it because I like to read slash fanfiction, ha.) Now I'm taking another American lit-based course, but it's going to be so completely different from the American Lit survey course. I went to both of the classes (the American Novel and the one I'm dropping) so I could just make a more informed decision, and the American Novel professor was so much more engaging than the other prof that that alone could have made my decision. My Am Lit survey discussion TA is really funny. When we were doing introductions, something one of us said would remind him of a story about him, most of which he would start, say, "Oh I probably shouldn't tell you that," and continue to tell it anyway. He hated college, he didn't even want to go, and look where he is now. Ha. My linguistic-y class, the proper title of I always forget, seems like it's going to be awesome. The prof is really laid back and tells lame jokes, and is slightly hot. All kind of good things.
Tomorrow I have self-defense and may even *gasp* work out after, since I'll already be in the rec center. No excuses! Then Am Lit lecture and ASL.
I gotta say, though. I feel a hell of a lot better for having dropped the GLBT Lit class. I went through the online course packet (she said she wasn't printing it off because she remembers what it's like to be an undergrad, yet she's fine with the idea of $140.60 out-of-pocket for class books, and you'll "only" save $30 if you buy them from Amazon.com--yeah, she remembers being an undergrad all right *eyeroll*) and saved all of that, and now I have the class book list. This summer I can scour the library system and used section and other means to read whatever of them sound interesting without having to deal with the prof!
Secondly: My first day of classes was pretty awesome, because last night while talking to Kez it occurred to me that I should look for another class to register for to replace the GLBT Lit class. (That class, while the subject may have been awesome, had a professor who didn't even bother to put in to have the school bookstore buy the class books, she just expected us to buy our books from a local feminist bookstore. Which, hey I support that bookstore. But I'm also poor and can only afford my books because my financial aid pays for it, and I don't think the feminist bookstore would take my student account. I wrote as much on the anonymous note cards she had us write out about what we expected to get out of the class and why we took it. I wish I had said I took it because I like to read slash fanfiction, ha.) Now I'm taking another American lit-based course, but it's going to be so completely different from the American Lit survey course. I went to both of the classes (the American Novel and the one I'm dropping) so I could just make a more informed decision, and the American Novel professor was so much more engaging than the other prof that that alone could have made my decision. My Am Lit survey discussion TA is really funny. When we were doing introductions, something one of us said would remind him of a story about him, most of which he would start, say, "Oh I probably shouldn't tell you that," and continue to tell it anyway. He hated college, he didn't even want to go, and look where he is now. Ha. My linguistic-y class, the proper title of I always forget, seems like it's going to be awesome. The prof is really laid back and tells lame jokes, and is slightly hot. All kind of good things.
Tomorrow I have self-defense and may even *gasp* work out after, since I'll already be in the rec center. No excuses! Then Am Lit lecture and ASL.
I gotta say, though. I feel a hell of a lot better for having dropped the GLBT Lit class. I went through the online course packet (she said she wasn't printing it off because she remembers what it's like to be an undergrad, yet she's fine with the idea of $140.60 out-of-pocket for class books, and you'll "only" save $30 if you buy them from Amazon.com--yeah, she remembers being an undergrad all right *eyeroll*) and saved all of that, and now I have the class book list. This summer I can scour the library system and used section and other means to read whatever of them sound interesting without having to deal with the prof!