CLASSES.
Finally had all of my classes; this semester is going to be ballin'. I predict this now.
Piano: Because I am not a music major any longer, getting me into Group Piano II is now... problematic. However, my professor from last semester has been absolutely fucking awesome about this-- I'm getting special permission to enroll in private lessons for nonmajors. I'm a liiittle disappointed because this means I won't be continuing to learn harmonization and transposition; but I am pleased about the increased repertoire requirement. I want to play cool shit, and be able to get some use out of the 21048462 piano books I have acquired over the years; and I still have the textbook, so if I NEED harmonization in my life, I can always turn to that. But this is awesome, and I am so damn glad I'll get to do it. :D
Ecology: ...Okay. I understand that a gen-ed class is only supposed to familiarize us with the subject matter. It's not a major course, it's more about concepts than specifics, etc. But. My homework today was to write several paragraphs on the reading, which was entitled "How Science Works."
:|
I mean, yeah, it must suck hardcore to be the five people who come in and go "WAIT SHIT WHAT IS THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD AGAIN." Not all high school requirements are created equal, starting everyone off right is important, etc. But this doesn't mean I'm not already bored as fuck.
Oh, well. I just pretend my professor is shatteredglass!Starscream, except with botany instead of physics, both because it's adorable and because it makes my homework much easier to do when I imagine Starscream grading it. ("DERP DERP PLANTS SIR.")
German: OKAY SO I DIDN'T FORGET AS MUCH AS I THOUGHT. And I'm reminded how much I love every single thing about this language. I spent an hour of my homework time just... reading the questions out loud. Because it's been so long since I had to make those sounds, and I love the way they feel on my tongue, and this whole language is just so delicious. I made an absolute fool out of myself the first day ("Ich heisse-- er-- Ich-- call on me later please"). But I got better. ;~;
Speaking of delicious: The French exchange student who sits next to me. Oh man. Were it not a snow day, I would be asking his gorgeous self out for coffee right the fuck now. Just so we could sit close together and he could accent at me for an hour. Oh my god. No one should have an accent equally sexy in two different languages. But he does. Here's hoping we get to work together a lot in the future-- we're both a little bit ahead of the class, and we met to share a textbook yesterday because the bookstore is a fucker, and. There will be updates on this. Oh man.
Anthropology: So my teacher is a wizard. This class is not Religion in Everyday Life; it is Muggle Studies. The classroom contains a huge cabinet full of human skulls. My teacher is absentminded and derptastic and utterly in love with his subject. His lectures almost have a point. "And in this class, we will investigate language and religion, and find the threads of humanity that bind us all-- because it's all there, you know, the sense of the divine is in every culture, it's as basic as being human-- I was studying the Apache language, here in Oklahoma, and what we found was that it was impossible to tear their language away from their religion, all their sacred songs preserve their mother language-- and there's a sect of Buddhism that illustrates this concept, too, this binding together, oh, what was it called..." I will follow this man on any tangent he takes me down.
Poetry: ...I admit, I didn't pay much attention in class because I was. Reading the textbook. |D UH BUT THE TEACHER SEEMS PRETTY COOL, IN AN OLD PRETENTIOUS LITERATURE-TEACHER KIND OF WAY. The class is also cool. "My name is Don. I'm an astrophysics major. I enjoy reading Puritan literature and weighing black holes." (My first reaction: "You enjoy Puritan literature?") I will analyze Milton sonnets and dance for joy.
Other things: My Ulysses reading group starts up next week. I am intimidated and excited; as my friend Tyce put it, "Ulysses is the feared final boss of the literary world." Taiko has started back up, and fuck I missed it, and sweet jesus they are making me play chu. .___. I am not coordinated enough for this. And yet I'll be playing it. Hoo boy.
Cello lessons start up later in the week; I played my cello for the first time since I left today, after ten minutes spent tuning it (don't ask me how one of the pegs somehow exploded out of the damn thing WHILE IT WAS IN THE CASE with the force if its falling-out-of-tune). I missed playing my strings. Nothing else feels as right. I hope to get into chamber music again, as well; I missed the Strangely Domestic Quartet.
In conclusion: I am so damn glad to be here. I love my school. I missed my friends. I missed everything I love to do here. I sat on my ass long enough; now I want to work, to move, to walk everywhere and do everything and learn every damn thing I can. I can honestly say there's not a single class I don't give a shit about.
...we'll see if that changes. But so far, it's a good way to feel.
Piano: Because I am not a music major any longer, getting me into Group Piano II is now... problematic. However, my professor from last semester has been absolutely fucking awesome about this-- I'm getting special permission to enroll in private lessons for nonmajors. I'm a liiittle disappointed because this means I won't be continuing to learn harmonization and transposition; but I am pleased about the increased repertoire requirement. I want to play cool shit, and be able to get some use out of the 21048462 piano books I have acquired over the years; and I still have the textbook, so if I NEED harmonization in my life, I can always turn to that. But this is awesome, and I am so damn glad I'll get to do it. :D
Ecology: ...Okay. I understand that a gen-ed class is only supposed to familiarize us with the subject matter. It's not a major course, it's more about concepts than specifics, etc. But. My homework today was to write several paragraphs on the reading, which was entitled "How Science Works."
:|
I mean, yeah, it must suck hardcore to be the five people who come in and go "WAIT SHIT WHAT IS THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD AGAIN." Not all high school requirements are created equal, starting everyone off right is important, etc. But this doesn't mean I'm not already bored as fuck.
Oh, well. I just pretend my professor is shatteredglass!Starscream, except with botany instead of physics, both because it's adorable and because it makes my homework much easier to do when I imagine Starscream grading it. ("DERP DERP PLANTS SIR.")
German: OKAY SO I DIDN'T FORGET AS MUCH AS I THOUGHT. And I'm reminded how much I love every single thing about this language. I spent an hour of my homework time just... reading the questions out loud. Because it's been so long since I had to make those sounds, and I love the way they feel on my tongue, and this whole language is just so delicious. I made an absolute fool out of myself the first day ("Ich heisse-- er-- Ich-- call on me later please"). But I got better. ;~;
Speaking of delicious: The French exchange student who sits next to me. Oh man. Were it not a snow day, I would be asking his gorgeous self out for coffee right the fuck now. Just so we could sit close together and he could accent at me for an hour. Oh my god. No one should have an accent equally sexy in two different languages. But he does. Here's hoping we get to work together a lot in the future-- we're both a little bit ahead of the class, and we met to share a textbook yesterday because the bookstore is a fucker, and. There will be updates on this. Oh man.
Anthropology: So my teacher is a wizard. This class is not Religion in Everyday Life; it is Muggle Studies. The classroom contains a huge cabinet full of human skulls. My teacher is absentminded and derptastic and utterly in love with his subject. His lectures almost have a point. "And in this class, we will investigate language and religion, and find the threads of humanity that bind us all-- because it's all there, you know, the sense of the divine is in every culture, it's as basic as being human-- I was studying the Apache language, here in Oklahoma, and what we found was that it was impossible to tear their language away from their religion, all their sacred songs preserve their mother language-- and there's a sect of Buddhism that illustrates this concept, too, this binding together, oh, what was it called..." I will follow this man on any tangent he takes me down.
Poetry: ...I admit, I didn't pay much attention in class because I was. Reading the textbook. |D UH BUT THE TEACHER SEEMS PRETTY COOL, IN AN OLD PRETENTIOUS LITERATURE-TEACHER KIND OF WAY. The class is also cool. "My name is Don. I'm an astrophysics major. I enjoy reading Puritan literature and weighing black holes." (My first reaction: "You enjoy Puritan literature?") I will analyze Milton sonnets and dance for joy.
Other things: My Ulysses reading group starts up next week. I am intimidated and excited; as my friend Tyce put it, "Ulysses is the feared final boss of the literary world." Taiko has started back up, and fuck I missed it, and sweet jesus they are making me play chu. .___. I am not coordinated enough for this. And yet I'll be playing it. Hoo boy.
Cello lessons start up later in the week; I played my cello for the first time since I left today, after ten minutes spent tuning it (don't ask me how one of the pegs somehow exploded out of the damn thing WHILE IT WAS IN THE CASE with the force if its falling-out-of-tune). I missed playing my strings. Nothing else feels as right. I hope to get into chamber music again, as well; I missed the Strangely Domestic Quartet.
In conclusion: I am so damn glad to be here. I love my school. I missed my friends. I missed everything I love to do here. I sat on my ass long enough; now I want to work, to move, to walk everywhere and do everything and learn every damn thing I can. I can honestly say there's not a single class I don't give a shit about.
...we'll see if that changes. But so far, it's a good way to feel.