Jul 07, 2005 01:43
I can't sleep. I blame the caffeine in the Diet Coke that was practically forced down my throat at Brewster's tonight. I didn't order it. Swear to God.
So, now it is 2 AM and I am obsessing over my courses for next year, trying to determine what the best scheduling methodology is in order to permit me to work at the Journal, go to my classes, and have the greatest life on the face of the earth. My two requisite classes are both on Tuesday and Thursday. Then I have three options for my Fall lecture, one of which sucks because it involves Mondays at 830, and six hours of continuous class on Thursdays. Another one sucks because it involves having class four days a week instead of three. I think I'll go with Postmodernism...it involves another class taught by my lover, Paul Fairfield, and entails a week that looks something like this:
Monday: Eternal nothingness
Tuesday: Ew, 830 AM, 1 PM, and 4 PM lectures. Nine hours of class followed by Ed Board at Journal House. Ew.
Wednesday: Eternal nothingness
Thursday: 1130 AM and 4 PM lectures. Three hours of class.
Friday: 10 AM lecture. 1.5 hours of class. Aka: eternal nothingness.
I like it. I like it alot. I want carrots.