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Two weeks done. Just a million more to go.
I suppose that's for life in general? Well, a million weeks is like, 20,000 years or so. 19,230.77, to be a little more exact.
Okay, so just an eon of school left before summer. Or is it four months? I always get the two confused. My classes are good. As follows:
MWF:
Stage Lighting 10:30-11:20
History and Literature of Theater II 12:30-1:20
Intermediate German II 1:30-2:20
TH:
Psychology of Abnormal Behavior 10:30-11:50
Cognitive Psychology 1:30-2:50
Stage Lighting is with the entertaining R. Rybkowski, and Abnormal Psych with Sal Costa. One can expect an A in either of those classes, if talk is to be believed. An A in German is terribly likely, considering my unexpected A last semester. I don't even have to go to tutoring this semester. Hist/Lit and Cognitive are the kind of classes I can only seem to get B's in. Nonetheless, I will try.
Homework is great this semester: aside from a few big projects later on, it's pretty much all reading. The biggest problem is work: I had a job lined up at the mailroom. The only hours I can work there are in the morning. So I get up every morning at 6:30 to trudge across campus to the mailroom. At least now I'm getting a little money for it. $32.50 a week is better than nothing. I'm turning in an application for a evening job tomorrow, but can I handle it? Yes... if I'm not doing something else at the time.
I've taken on so much these last few weeks. In addition to the play (sporadic rehearsals and calls) and Ptolus (every Sunday), I've decided to start my Game of Thrones campaign (now on Tuesdays!) and join Fuzzy's Ebberon game (Fridays). I can only show up to Fuzzy's game next week before the play takes me away for a month, but Tuesdays and Sundays are clear until the play gets really close. Of course, this means I'm busy Friday nights, which means no going home at that time. Unless I find someone else who is either really nice, or has just as insane a schedule.
On some non-schedule related business, Mike sculpted a really amazing Poseidon outside in the snow today. He even colored it with some food coloring. At the foot of the hill, someone made a dragon, and put a tiny snowman next to it for scale. It was incredible. A veritable winter wonderland. I hope they're still there in the morning.
Should I come home next weekend? I'm writing, but it's never any good.
I suppose that's for life in general? Well, a million weeks is like, 20,000 years or so. 19,230.77, to be a little more exact.
Okay, so just an eon of school left before summer. Or is it four months? I always get the two confused. My classes are good. As follows:
MWF:
Stage Lighting 10:30-11:20
History and Literature of Theater II 12:30-1:20
Intermediate German II 1:30-2:20
TH:
Psychology of Abnormal Behavior 10:30-11:50
Cognitive Psychology 1:30-2:50
Stage Lighting is with the entertaining R. Rybkowski, and Abnormal Psych with Sal Costa. One can expect an A in either of those classes, if talk is to be believed. An A in German is terribly likely, considering my unexpected A last semester. I don't even have to go to tutoring this semester. Hist/Lit and Cognitive are the kind of classes I can only seem to get B's in. Nonetheless, I will try.
Homework is great this semester: aside from a few big projects later on, it's pretty much all reading. The biggest problem is work: I had a job lined up at the mailroom. The only hours I can work there are in the morning. So I get up every morning at 6:30 to trudge across campus to the mailroom. At least now I'm getting a little money for it. $32.50 a week is better than nothing. I'm turning in an application for a evening job tomorrow, but can I handle it? Yes... if I'm not doing something else at the time.
I've taken on so much these last few weeks. In addition to the play (sporadic rehearsals and calls) and Ptolus (every Sunday), I've decided to start my Game of Thrones campaign (now on Tuesdays!) and join Fuzzy's Ebberon game (Fridays). I can only show up to Fuzzy's game next week before the play takes me away for a month, but Tuesdays and Sundays are clear until the play gets really close. Of course, this means I'm busy Friday nights, which means no going home at that time. Unless I find someone else who is either really nice, or has just as insane a schedule.
On some non-schedule related business, Mike sculpted a really amazing Poseidon outside in the snow today. He even colored it with some food coloring. At the foot of the hill, someone made a dragon, and put a tiny snowman next to it for scale. It was incredible. A veritable winter wonderland. I hope they're still there in the morning.
Should I come home next weekend? I'm writing, but it's never any good.