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So. School.
This is what my schedule looks like:
Monday: Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Tuesday: Intro to Archaeology 11:00am-12:15pm
Language and Culture 3:35pm-4:50pm
Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Wednesday: Archaeology Lab 1:45pm-3:15pm
Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Thursday: Intro to Archaeology 11:00am-12:15pm
Language and Culture 3:35pm-4:50pm
Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Campus Band 7:30pm-9:30pm
Friday: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ALL DAY HOORAYYY
All-over I'm taking 12 credits, which is pretty slackerish of me since I'm trying to finish in two years, but aside for the requirements for my major, I have only a 3-credit Diversity class to take. Unless that can be interchanged with a cross-cultural class...in which case I'd be done with that.
Either way, for my major I need 3 4000-level electives, History of Anthropology, and any other Anthro elective I choose. Plus the Y credit. That's 18 credits I can spread across two years. Hell, I'll even need to take electives because the minimum credits per year according to my scholarship is 24 credits. w00t.
As for professors, they're okay.
German teacher is from New Jersey but raised in Austria. Class is conducted almost entirely in German, and surprisingly I understand most of it. Prof. is nice and animated for such a late class, and mimes when we don't understand things. She reminds me a bit of my aunt.
Archaeology professor is the head of the department. Very southern, and looks like a farmer. He's got a good, warm sense of humor even though I did fall asleep about five minutes before class ended today.
Language and Culture professor is a young, pretty Doctorite student that wears too much makeup. She just got back from about a year in Mexico studying the Maya. She speaks Mayan, Spanish, Portugese...and Arabic I think. This'll be an interesting class--even the essays look cool. Unfortunately, the textbooks don't come in till tomorrow.
Haven't been to band or lab yet, so we'll see how that goes.
I think I've ranted about the books I'm reading enough. But to add to the two I'm already reading I have three books on loan from someone else. One is Rapture for the Geeks, a humorous nonfiction about the Singularity. That's been on loan from Luke since...senior year of high school. I can't seem to finish it. Other than that, Sharon leant me two Dr. Who novels. I read The Stone Rose over break and Have The Price of Paradise sitting on my desk waiting.
Jules let me borrow City of Boys, a series of short stories by Beth Nugent. I read the first one and I like her style; it'll just take me a while to read.
My roommate has been hanging out here more, which is nice I guess. She's cool to talk to when her boyfriend isn't around. She's also less homophobic than I perhaps thought she was, based on something she was talking about yesterday (something about an evangelical preacher at the union and a kid from the Pride organization who was wisecracking him). I have to wonder if she brought it up because she suspect something. It was kind of out of nowhere that she told me--she was just getting ready for class and randomly brought it up, though we had made few remarks to each other earlier. Still, I'm not the most...blatantly queer person in the world, so it makes me wonder.
Anyway.
Speaking of gay. Last Thursday I found the Pride center on campus. The only way I can tell it is in actual narrative form:
It was fucking cold outside, and I saw the sign in front of this little house on campus that used to be the place where students with children/families could stay if they made arrangements with the University. Someone called me up from an upstairs window, so I went in. I was given a little tour by the student head: Dan, aka Sparkles, who's the most adorable person ever. He's the kind of gay that wears collared shirts under his sweater.
He had me stand at the threshold, and said in one breath "Welcome to the beginning of the Pride House tour. Please keep your hands, arms and other extremities inside the tram at all times. There is no use of flash photography during this tour, as the gays refuse to be photographed under florescent light. And we're walking."
He took me around the upstairs (downstairs is the Women's Center office, which no one cares about). There was a family room with couches, a coffee table and boardgames at the head of the stairs. You went through a door to the other big room, which had just a random couch and a table with melted candles on it. This room had entrances to the other, smaller rooms. One was the media room with a nice big flatscreen tv, on which people were playing DDR. One was his office, containing a LARGE rainbow flag. The other was the actual organization head's office--she's never in, so people frequently hijack her computer. There was a back downstairs which lead to the two only gender-neutral bathrooms on campus. There was the board room, which consisted mostly of a long office-y table and filing cabinets. The remaining room was the Kitchen/Library, which contained a fridge, microwave, toaster, sink, a round table, and two book cases of LGBT-related literature. It's the only room with an actual door you can shut, so people frequently use it to study.
Sparkles brought me back to the family room and pulled out a little tin pail with craft-store puff-balls inside. "This is the warm fuzzy jar," he said, pulling out a little lavender puff and handing it to me. "Hold it to your heart. You feel better don't you? When someone has a bad day, you pass on your warm fuzzy to make them feel better. And they, in turn, will do the same for someone else." Grin.
There was a voice from one of the couches, "Um, Sparkles, that's a bucket, not a jar."
"BETCH SHUT UP I WILL CUT YOU," said Sparkles. Turning to me, he smiled warmly. "This is a place of love. And light."
And so I hung out on the couches for three hours. It was really quite marvelous. I hadn't realized how much I missed being around my gays. One of the things I regret in going to CA is that there were NO GAY MEN TO TALK TO. I very much enjoyed my three hours, and was thus five minutes late to my first Lang&Cult class.
Speaking of Lang & Cult, I'm going to be late again if I don't leave in like, five minutes. Boooo.
In closing, everyone is obligated to read two things: The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons, and Shadow Unit, obviously.
This is what my schedule looks like:
Monday: Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Tuesday: Intro to Archaeology 11:00am-12:15pm
Language and Culture 3:35pm-4:50pm
Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Wednesday: Archaeology Lab 1:45pm-3:15pm
Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Thursday: Intro to Archaeology 11:00am-12:15pm
Language and Culture 3:35pm-4:50pm
Intermediate German I: Reading and Conversation 5:15pm-6:05pm
Campus Band 7:30pm-9:30pm
Friday: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ALL DAY HOORAYYY
All-over I'm taking 12 credits, which is pretty slackerish of me since I'm trying to finish in two years, but aside for the requirements for my major, I have only a 3-credit Diversity class to take. Unless that can be interchanged with a cross-cultural class...in which case I'd be done with that.
Either way, for my major I need 3 4000-level electives, History of Anthropology, and any other Anthro elective I choose. Plus the Y credit. That's 18 credits I can spread across two years. Hell, I'll even need to take electives because the minimum credits per year according to my scholarship is 24 credits. w00t.
As for professors, they're okay.
German teacher is from New Jersey but raised in Austria. Class is conducted almost entirely in German, and surprisingly I understand most of it. Prof. is nice and animated for such a late class, and mimes when we don't understand things. She reminds me a bit of my aunt.
Archaeology professor is the head of the department. Very southern, and looks like a farmer. He's got a good, warm sense of humor even though I did fall asleep about five minutes before class ended today.
Language and Culture professor is a young, pretty Doctorite student that wears too much makeup. She just got back from about a year in Mexico studying the Maya. She speaks Mayan, Spanish, Portugese...and Arabic I think. This'll be an interesting class--even the essays look cool. Unfortunately, the textbooks don't come in till tomorrow.
Haven't been to band or lab yet, so we'll see how that goes.
I think I've ranted about the books I'm reading enough. But to add to the two I'm already reading I have three books on loan from someone else. One is Rapture for the Geeks, a humorous nonfiction about the Singularity. That's been on loan from Luke since...senior year of high school. I can't seem to finish it. Other than that, Sharon leant me two Dr. Who novels. I read The Stone Rose over break and Have The Price of Paradise sitting on my desk waiting.
Jules let me borrow City of Boys, a series of short stories by Beth Nugent. I read the first one and I like her style; it'll just take me a while to read.
My roommate has been hanging out here more, which is nice I guess. She's cool to talk to when her boyfriend isn't around. She's also less homophobic than I perhaps thought she was, based on something she was talking about yesterday (something about an evangelical preacher at the union and a kid from the Pride organization who was wisecracking him). I have to wonder if she brought it up because she suspect something. It was kind of out of nowhere that she told me--she was just getting ready for class and randomly brought it up, though we had made few remarks to each other earlier. Still, I'm not the most...blatantly queer person in the world, so it makes me wonder.
Anyway.
Speaking of gay. Last Thursday I found the Pride center on campus. The only way I can tell it is in actual narrative form:
It was fucking cold outside, and I saw the sign in front of this little house on campus that used to be the place where students with children/families could stay if they made arrangements with the University. Someone called me up from an upstairs window, so I went in. I was given a little tour by the student head: Dan, aka Sparkles, who's the most adorable person ever. He's the kind of gay that wears collared shirts under his sweater.
He had me stand at the threshold, and said in one breath "Welcome to the beginning of the Pride House tour. Please keep your hands, arms and other extremities inside the tram at all times. There is no use of flash photography during this tour, as the gays refuse to be photographed under florescent light. And we're walking."
He took me around the upstairs (downstairs is the Women's Center office, which no one cares about). There was a family room with couches, a coffee table and boardgames at the head of the stairs. You went through a door to the other big room, which had just a random couch and a table with melted candles on it. This room had entrances to the other, smaller rooms. One was the media room with a nice big flatscreen tv, on which people were playing DDR. One was his office, containing a LARGE rainbow flag. The other was the actual organization head's office--she's never in, so people frequently hijack her computer. There was a back downstairs which lead to the two only gender-neutral bathrooms on campus. There was the board room, which consisted mostly of a long office-y table and filing cabinets. The remaining room was the Kitchen/Library, which contained a fridge, microwave, toaster, sink, a round table, and two book cases of LGBT-related literature. It's the only room with an actual door you can shut, so people frequently use it to study.
Sparkles brought me back to the family room and pulled out a little tin pail with craft-store puff-balls inside. "This is the warm fuzzy jar," he said, pulling out a little lavender puff and handing it to me. "Hold it to your heart. You feel better don't you? When someone has a bad day, you pass on your warm fuzzy to make them feel better. And they, in turn, will do the same for someone else." Grin.
There was a voice from one of the couches, "Um, Sparkles, that's a bucket, not a jar."
"BETCH SHUT UP I WILL CUT YOU," said Sparkles. Turning to me, he smiled warmly. "This is a place of love. And light."
And so I hung out on the couches for three hours. It was really quite marvelous. I hadn't realized how much I missed being around my gays. One of the things I regret in going to CA is that there were NO GAY MEN TO TALK TO. I very much enjoyed my three hours, and was thus five minutes late to my first Lang&Cult class.
Speaking of Lang & Cult, I'm going to be late again if I don't leave in like, five minutes. Boooo.
In closing, everyone is obligated to read two things: The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons, and Shadow Unit, obviously.