If there was another way to go...
I'm really not very strong-willed. Bad night last night. Very bad.
First day of classes today - it went decently. Had History of the Theatre this morning with my CRAZY-ASS professor Muschamp. Seriously, if you say a single word, any word, ANYTHING you can be absolutely positive he will have some sort of response, something to say, he knows someone who did something having to do with whatever you said. Needless to say, we got nothing accomplished on our first day except some smiles. Then Native American Women, for which my professor is also a bit batty. Very scattered, very unreadable, very interested in what we have to say. In fact, so interested that not only does she pause for very extended periods of time to let us think of some random question to ask, but after a question is posed she then suddenly remembers that she forgot to teach us something. Very often this something she forgot answers very critical questions and bridges extremely vital gaps in our learning equation. Should be an interesting semester by the looks of it. I wonder how my other professors are...
And I just had lunch with Amy and Jess (I know, I know, which Amy? Which Jess? Butcher and Orso!) so that was fun.
And now I have nothing but sitting here and thinking, maybe going out on the porch and typing up notes about my Theatre reading which like a total loser I've started already.
First day of classes today - it went decently. Had History of the Theatre this morning with my CRAZY-ASS professor Muschamp. Seriously, if you say a single word, any word, ANYTHING you can be absolutely positive he will have some sort of response, something to say, he knows someone who did something having to do with whatever you said. Needless to say, we got nothing accomplished on our first day except some smiles. Then Native American Women, for which my professor is also a bit batty. Very scattered, very unreadable, very interested in what we have to say. In fact, so interested that not only does she pause for very extended periods of time to let us think of some random question to ask, but after a question is posed she then suddenly remembers that she forgot to teach us something. Very often this something she forgot answers very critical questions and bridges extremely vital gaps in our learning equation. Should be an interesting semester by the looks of it. I wonder how my other professors are...
And I just had lunch with Amy and Jess (I know, I know, which Amy? Which Jess? Butcher and Orso!) so that was fun.
And now I have nothing but sitting here and thinking, maybe going out on the porch and typing up notes about my Theatre reading which like a total loser I've started already.