Punching through ramshackle weeks.
The way my catalogue of possible actions here in Gainesville is diminishing bothers me (I like things to be presented well even if they aren't pleasant). I hate how I haven't had time for anything this summer, though now that my sister has school it should be better. I have two weeks left at work; it occurs to me that I meant to post about the characters there and the super gay every day, but what I haven't filed away for later no longer occupies me so much.
Lately I've been hitting up random people for various questions about Chicago. I may not buy a computer, although not having one is pretty much going to suck ass any way I look at it. But I want to do it if I can. I think it'll be an adventure... a good one, I hope. Actually, I'm not sure what I would do in my free time if I didn't have a computer in my room, although, along that line of thought, I am mostly just really concerned about missing my music and streamed football games.
It really frustrates me that I won't be able to set a schedule for my first year until after I sit for the placement exams at orientation. I wish I knew which calculus and French I need to start with. The course catalogue is unclear about how AP scores and placement exams relate to general education credit (do I need to take physical sciences though I wouldn't mind that too much). Ugh. It might be good for me to take MATH 15200 even if I place out of it, though I don't think I'll understand sequences and series the way I do the rest of calculus no matter how many times it gets shoved through my head.
I have to decide which foreign language to take. Apparently FLA grants are only for $2,000, not enough to cover the expense of intensive language study in Paris, so I guess I know what I won't be doing next summer. I also need to choose a SOSC sequence. They all look so... equally pretentious....
And if I make my plan without including those necessary science classes, then that's it. I will probably never apply to medical school. I never wanted to be a doctor, but I didn't want to do a lot of other things either, and it was something that I kept in mind. Though if I were a doctor I would basically want to, um, have Michael Crichton's life. It makes me kind of sad that I've reached the age where doing something means giving up access to a different road. Doctors are fundamentally useful. People need doctors. No one needs, say, a lawyer.
Other things:
I'm going to wait and buy a thick down comforter there, because they don't even sell them here.
I recently started feeling motivated to practice for the audition to the university orchestras, which is good!
Still on my bookshelf to finish this summer are:
Italy and its discontents: family, civil society, state: 1980-2001
The sack of Rome: how a beautiful European country with a fabled history and a storied culture was taken over by a man named Silvio Berlusconi.
I've been listening to "Le vent nous portera" on repeat. I first heard it a long time ago, but it never struck me before. It's weird. Most of the time, I can only listen to a given song once, which is why I have to keep on getting new music, but once in a long while I find something that I seemingly have to hear again and again, until it saturates the listening corners of my mind.
On Thursday night, the last time everyone was here and all off together, I went downtown to play Apples to Apples at Maude's, and then sat on the steps in front of Liquid Ginger for about an hour and a half talking about college, the short story exchange, and how people other than me should post about their feelings on Livejournal so that maybe I could be less lame. Not quite a trip to Lake Wauburg, but anyway. It was nice to be out at night and be uncareful, though I kept thinking about how someone could come up and mug us from behind. Tomorrow morning I'm going to go attempt to make dumplings with Asian girls. I like it when I can plan an event and not host it.
Lately I've been hitting up random people for various questions about Chicago. I may not buy a computer, although not having one is pretty much going to suck ass any way I look at it. But I want to do it if I can. I think it'll be an adventure... a good one, I hope. Actually, I'm not sure what I would do in my free time if I didn't have a computer in my room, although, along that line of thought, I am mostly just really concerned about missing my music and streamed football games.
It really frustrates me that I won't be able to set a schedule for my first year until after I sit for the placement exams at orientation. I wish I knew which calculus and French I need to start with. The course catalogue is unclear about how AP scores and placement exams relate to general education credit (do I need to take physical sciences though I wouldn't mind that too much). Ugh. It might be good for me to take MATH 15200 even if I place out of it, though I don't think I'll understand sequences and series the way I do the rest of calculus no matter how many times it gets shoved through my head.
I have to decide which foreign language to take. Apparently FLA grants are only for $2,000, not enough to cover the expense of intensive language study in Paris, so I guess I know what I won't be doing next summer. I also need to choose a SOSC sequence. They all look so... equally pretentious....
And if I make my plan without including those necessary science classes, then that's it. I will probably never apply to medical school. I never wanted to be a doctor, but I didn't want to do a lot of other things either, and it was something that I kept in mind. Though if I were a doctor I would basically want to, um, have Michael Crichton's life. It makes me kind of sad that I've reached the age where doing something means giving up access to a different road. Doctors are fundamentally useful. People need doctors. No one needs, say, a lawyer.
Other things:
I'm going to wait and buy a thick down comforter there, because they don't even sell them here.
I recently started feeling motivated to practice for the audition to the university orchestras, which is good!
Still on my bookshelf to finish this summer are:
Italy and its discontents: family, civil society, state: 1980-2001
The sack of Rome: how a beautiful European country with a fabled history and a storied culture was taken over by a man named Silvio Berlusconi.
I've been listening to "Le vent nous portera" on repeat. I first heard it a long time ago, but it never struck me before. It's weird. Most of the time, I can only listen to a given song once, which is why I have to keep on getting new music, but once in a long while I find something that I seemingly have to hear again and again, until it saturates the listening corners of my mind.
On Thursday night, the last time everyone was here and all off together, I went downtown to play Apples to Apples at Maude's, and then sat on the steps in front of Liquid Ginger for about an hour and a half talking about college, the short story exchange, and how people other than me should post about their feelings on Livejournal so that maybe I could be less lame. Not quite a trip to Lake Wauburg, but anyway. It was nice to be out at night and be uncareful, though I kept thinking about how someone could come up and mug us from behind. Tomorrow morning I'm going to go attempt to make dumplings with Asian girls. I like it when I can plan an event and not host it.