Looking up, but seeing something falling strait at you
Oh, things are not as bad as the title might seem. I mostly did not want it to be too sugarly optimistic. Things remain in a bit of a roller coaster, but I am on an uphill swing at the moment.
Which is about fair. It figures I got rather sick the first full week of classes. Not sick enough to miss any of them (I'm not sucicidal mind you), but sick enough to be living off of an ibuprofen every 5 hours. I hate my throat. Not that I can say that I'd live without it, but I am still very angry none the less. And despite some of the earlier conflicts with my roomate over the contents of our fride (pork tamales vs. teh Jewish vegetarian), he was incredibly helpful and caring when I felt crummy. I really should do something nice to suprise him as a thanks. And a not so bad way to start would be to call his sister for some suggestion. Or the rest of you, but y'all don't know him yet, and belive me, you'd know if you did. Ah, the socialites of Dallas. I must investigate further and incorperate some of their lives into a story or a novel or something.
There was a toga party last night, as evidenced by the visible manflesh sloppily wrapped in bedsheets wandering across campus. Heh. SMU is so frat sometimes. Hah. Please shoot me if I ever want to join one, thank you. I spent a lot of the night wandering, or on the phone with people. Not a wasted night.
Last night was additionally the first meeting of Students for a Better Society, a progressive organization on campus. They are very activist about things like the Iraq war, genocide, human rights, and the environment. Last night we learned about the School of the Americas, where your wonderful tax dollars go towards training the future Latin American military leaders, by which I clearly mean dictators. Don't you love our military? As long as they're not communists, they're ok! I must say, they had me pretty sold on the protest until they mention how many people tend to get arrested at protests against said school... I certainly support the cause, but eep, I'm not to keen on jail. It's more a matter of picking my battles. Being arrested at that protest honestly wouldn't serve a tremendous purpose other than to make the arestee not loved by Uncle Sam. I am for most of their causes, but I am hesitant at some of their methods. Just stirring up shit doesn't do much on it's own. You have to make sure that what you do really could make a difference. But hey, they got SMU to start buying 3% renewable energy, which for its size is not insigificant, and a real improvement over zero (thanks, Texas oil!).
So I only have two more classes today (one if I get lucky and cauc really is cancelled!), and then the second play weekend, which will have good play, but also quite a bit of studying to make up for the college is harder adjustment and the sickness. But hey, as long as I am in a good mood, I'll survive. I still miss all of you, but I am honestly happier here than I have been in a long time. Y'all who aren't already in college are in for quite a treat.
And yes, I am picking up the drawl. No, I don't sound like a hick. I live in Dallas, not Fort Worth. :-p
Which is about fair. It figures I got rather sick the first full week of classes. Not sick enough to miss any of them (I'm not sucicidal mind you), but sick enough to be living off of an ibuprofen every 5 hours. I hate my throat. Not that I can say that I'd live without it, but I am still very angry none the less. And despite some of the earlier conflicts with my roomate over the contents of our fride (pork tamales vs. teh Jewish vegetarian), he was incredibly helpful and caring when I felt crummy. I really should do something nice to suprise him as a thanks. And a not so bad way to start would be to call his sister for some suggestion. Or the rest of you, but y'all don't know him yet, and belive me, you'd know if you did. Ah, the socialites of Dallas. I must investigate further and incorperate some of their lives into a story or a novel or something.
There was a toga party last night, as evidenced by the visible manflesh sloppily wrapped in bedsheets wandering across campus. Heh. SMU is so frat sometimes. Hah. Please shoot me if I ever want to join one, thank you. I spent a lot of the night wandering, or on the phone with people. Not a wasted night.
Last night was additionally the first meeting of Students for a Better Society, a progressive organization on campus. They are very activist about things like the Iraq war, genocide, human rights, and the environment. Last night we learned about the School of the Americas, where your wonderful tax dollars go towards training the future Latin American military leaders, by which I clearly mean dictators. Don't you love our military? As long as they're not communists, they're ok! I must say, they had me pretty sold on the protest until they mention how many people tend to get arrested at protests against said school... I certainly support the cause, but eep, I'm not to keen on jail. It's more a matter of picking my battles. Being arrested at that protest honestly wouldn't serve a tremendous purpose other than to make the arestee not loved by Uncle Sam. I am for most of their causes, but I am hesitant at some of their methods. Just stirring up shit doesn't do much on it's own. You have to make sure that what you do really could make a difference. But hey, they got SMU to start buying 3% renewable energy, which for its size is not insigificant, and a real improvement over zero (thanks, Texas oil!).
So I only have two more classes today (one if I get lucky and cauc really is cancelled!), and then the second play weekend, which will have good play, but also quite a bit of studying to make up for the college is harder adjustment and the sickness. But hey, as long as I am in a good mood, I'll survive. I still miss all of you, but I am honestly happier here than I have been in a long time. Y'all who aren't already in college are in for quite a treat.
And yes, I am picking up the drawl. No, I don't sound like a hick. I live in Dallas, not Fort Worth. :-p