Butt Update.
It’s been a long time since I gave an update my actual day-to-day life right now, and as my father points out to me, I’ve been neglecting the actual reason I have a blog; namely, to keep in contact with my friends and family our of town. So, right now I’m:
In four classes at school, and hopefully will be graduating in March with all my courses completed and at least a faint idea of how to use my degree. I’m taking a renaissance class, American realism class, a class on women in the bible and on the topic of geisha in contemporary literature.
The Renaissance class is fun if only because my teacher truly loves what she’s teaching, and it shows. The class discussions are slightly stilted, if only because people don’t seem to be used to reading long bouts of poetry. This is wicked confusing, as it seems that my entire college canon has been one long-winded poet after another. Still, there’s never a bad day in class when we can discuss quite how gay Shakespeare was (126 sonnets written to a single boy? Yeah. I bet you were juuuust friends)
The Realism class is grinding my brain into butter, and I was lucky enough to talk with other students, every single one of which agrees. The reading itself is pretty interesting, and I love any excuse I get to cover Mark Twain …but our teacher asks bizarre questions. Indescribably bizarre. You really have to see it or yourself.
My women in the bible class is interesting in that I get to actually read the bible, which I’ve never bothered to do before. It’s a predictable class, as of course women were slandered and discounted in bible text, but fun nevertheless. My teacher is very, very intelligent, and we get to celebrate on Monday by not having class (I forget which holiday it is…evie? Jewish holiday? My psychologist is taking the day off too)
My geisha class, as I’m sure you can imagine, is a breeze and a joy for me. Today we’ll be watching Geisha Boy, a movies from 1958 about a Jewish boy and his geisha-like qualities. I could write on the topic all day. I have written on the topic for over two years, if you recall. Now I get a grade for it, bitches.
In other news…
I’m keeping a journal of all my expenses for the week so that Mom and I can discuss budgeting, which will most likely involve her telling me that I have 20 dollars a month to spend on ‘going out’, and will remind me once and for all why I want a job that allows H&M spending when necessary.
I fell down some cement stairs yesterday and bruised my right calf, elbow, and butt. I’ve come to realize just how much you use these three body parts, and even writing this, I’m shifting so that my bruised little rump isn’t sore all day. I need a butt cast. My butt is hurt. I have a bruise on my poor butt. ‘Butt’ becomes funnier and funnier the more often you say it.
I’m doing well, for now. Midterms are next week and every teacher’s given me no more than a 4-page paper. This sort of assignment is dangerous, because I can think of no reason NOT to slack and write them all the night before. I will try to curb that impulse. Just because it’s worked for me for the last 5 years doesn’t mean it will this time….right?
In four classes at school, and hopefully will be graduating in March with all my courses completed and at least a faint idea of how to use my degree. I’m taking a renaissance class, American realism class, a class on women in the bible and on the topic of geisha in contemporary literature.
The Renaissance class is fun if only because my teacher truly loves what she’s teaching, and it shows. The class discussions are slightly stilted, if only because people don’t seem to be used to reading long bouts of poetry. This is wicked confusing, as it seems that my entire college canon has been one long-winded poet after another. Still, there’s never a bad day in class when we can discuss quite how gay Shakespeare was (126 sonnets written to a single boy? Yeah. I bet you were juuuust friends)
The Realism class is grinding my brain into butter, and I was lucky enough to talk with other students, every single one of which agrees. The reading itself is pretty interesting, and I love any excuse I get to cover Mark Twain …but our teacher asks bizarre questions. Indescribably bizarre. You really have to see it or yourself.
My women in the bible class is interesting in that I get to actually read the bible, which I’ve never bothered to do before. It’s a predictable class, as of course women were slandered and discounted in bible text, but fun nevertheless. My teacher is very, very intelligent, and we get to celebrate on Monday by not having class (I forget which holiday it is…evie? Jewish holiday? My psychologist is taking the day off too)
My geisha class, as I’m sure you can imagine, is a breeze and a joy for me. Today we’ll be watching Geisha Boy, a movies from 1958 about a Jewish boy and his geisha-like qualities. I could write on the topic all day. I have written on the topic for over two years, if you recall. Now I get a grade for it, bitches.
In other news…
I’m keeping a journal of all my expenses for the week so that Mom and I can discuss budgeting, which will most likely involve her telling me that I have 20 dollars a month to spend on ‘going out’, and will remind me once and for all why I want a job that allows H&M spending when necessary.
I fell down some cement stairs yesterday and bruised my right calf, elbow, and butt. I’ve come to realize just how much you use these three body parts, and even writing this, I’m shifting so that my bruised little rump isn’t sore all day. I need a butt cast. My butt is hurt. I have a bruise on my poor butt. ‘Butt’ becomes funnier and funnier the more often you say it.
I’m doing well, for now. Midterms are next week and every teacher’s given me no more than a 4-page paper. This sort of assignment is dangerous, because I can think of no reason NOT to slack and write them all the night before. I will try to curb that impulse. Just because it’s worked for me for the last 5 years doesn’t mean it will this time….right?