Earthquake! And classes.
I am all abuzz. This is what happens when you begin your day pell-mell and continue. Also I think if I stop I will have a migraine of epic proportions, so, you know. No stopping until I get home!
Anyway, earthquake, because that's far more exciting. Basically, we were all sitting waiting for OPERA CLASS (!!!) to begin, and there's this shaking like someone's dropped a piano. I don't know how often they move the pianos in the music building; probably not that often. But it was a reasonable assumption. Alternatively, given the heat/dehydration combo, it seemed possible that we'd just collectively got rather dizzy. And then I've got a text message from masterofmidgets telling me there's an earthquake in Virginia and did I feel it? Which is very surprising! This is North Carolina. We don't really do earthquakes here. But now we have done one. And it was my first earthquake, too, I was a total earthquake virgin, and now my earthquake cherry has been popped and I, you know, sort of missed it. Which is disappointing! Some advance warning would've been nice so I could properly appreciate the experience.
There, earthquake. Now, classes.
So, Lifetime Fitness first. Nothing of import happened except that I once again got quite lost and also they will loan you exercise clothing and presumably wash them between exercises, which means I do not have to bring my own clothes and, if I bring shower stuff, can continue to dress nicely. Yay! I am a Graduating Senior. My dignity does not allow for this sloppy dressing thing. The Dignity of a Graduating Senior. Lord, how well that sounds. :P
Then there was Narrative Ethics in Modern China, which is going to be difficult and rewarding. We've a 'reflection paper' on the function of literature for Thursday, which is somehow only a page long, I don't even. More on that as it comes up - it's bound to get a lot of LJ time because it's interesting. Also rather closer than I thought, which will be a pleasure, since third floor up in the bio building ten minutes' walk away is rather less awesome than the basement of the library of the same name three minutes away from the fitness center.
And then I hopped over to Greenlaw (sml for the name, it makes me happy, and is entirely unsuitable for that bunker-like edifice of broken AC), where a YOUNG HOT ENGLISH PROFESSOR - repeat, YOUNG HOT ENGLISH PROFESSOR - told us all about genre fiction in America from the captivity narrative to the graphic novel. Well, he told us it existed. And then spent some time telling us about how 'popular' is really fairly difficult to define if you think about it.
The literal meaning is not hard. But I will concede that dictionary don't cover it.
But mostly, goddamn, we have hot English professors? Where have they been all my undergrad? I thought they were all decrepit! Sexy minds, decrepit bodies. Sigh. And here's this hot one. Hellooooo, eyecandy. :)
Then to OPERA CLASS, taught by the short, round, exceedingly enthusiastic Professor Carter. He's very British and... energetic. He sits on the table and kicks his legs and gestures and then goes and plays music and makes the music sounds - ba dee dee dee dee SEWING MACHINE YOU KNOW LIKE THAT. Yeah. There, I met a young man who saw me knitting and was all 'duuuude, I have a drawer full of yarn!' Except not like that at all. Only the content was similar. Anyway, he crochets, and will be referred to as Q if he does anything interesting in the future.
Opera class will require a great deal more attention to music than I generally afford.
And then my beloved Professor A had a nice properly grumpy War in 20th Century Lit course which is actually going to only be about the lit of WWI, nothing for WWII or the Vietnam War or - or any other war that happened, and I am slightly disappointed about that, but on the other hand, WILFRED OWEN AND SIEGFRIED SASSOON!!!! THEIR ROMANCE IS EPIC AND AWESOME. I need to read Vera Brittain on the subject of their LOVE. Ahem.
And now work. Buzz, buzz, buzz. I will spend the remainder reading for Thursday.
*mad crazed eyes*
ETA: Oh god. Oh god. Why is the store open an extra hour tonight? I was all ready to go home. And now I am totally ready to go home and still have fifty minutes to go. Going to die. Going to die MISERABLY.
Anyway, earthquake, because that's far more exciting. Basically, we were all sitting waiting for OPERA CLASS (!!!) to begin, and there's this shaking like someone's dropped a piano. I don't know how often they move the pianos in the music building; probably not that often. But it was a reasonable assumption. Alternatively, given the heat/dehydration combo, it seemed possible that we'd just collectively got rather dizzy. And then I've got a text message from masterofmidgets telling me there's an earthquake in Virginia and did I feel it? Which is very surprising! This is North Carolina. We don't really do earthquakes here. But now we have done one. And it was my first earthquake, too, I was a total earthquake virgin, and now my earthquake cherry has been popped and I, you know, sort of missed it. Which is disappointing! Some advance warning would've been nice so I could properly appreciate the experience.
There, earthquake. Now, classes.
So, Lifetime Fitness first. Nothing of import happened except that I once again got quite lost and also they will loan you exercise clothing and presumably wash them between exercises, which means I do not have to bring my own clothes and, if I bring shower stuff, can continue to dress nicely. Yay! I am a Graduating Senior. My dignity does not allow for this sloppy dressing thing. The Dignity of a Graduating Senior. Lord, how well that sounds. :P
Then there was Narrative Ethics in Modern China, which is going to be difficult and rewarding. We've a 'reflection paper' on the function of literature for Thursday, which is somehow only a page long, I don't even. More on that as it comes up - it's bound to get a lot of LJ time because it's interesting. Also rather closer than I thought, which will be a pleasure, since third floor up in the bio building ten minutes' walk away is rather less awesome than the basement of the library of the same name three minutes away from the fitness center.
And then I hopped over to Greenlaw (sml for the name, it makes me happy, and is entirely unsuitable for that bunker-like edifice of broken AC), where a YOUNG HOT ENGLISH PROFESSOR - repeat, YOUNG HOT ENGLISH PROFESSOR - told us all about genre fiction in America from the captivity narrative to the graphic novel. Well, he told us it existed. And then spent some time telling us about how 'popular' is really fairly difficult to define if you think about it.
The literal meaning is not hard. But I will concede that dictionary don't cover it.
But mostly, goddamn, we have hot English professors? Where have they been all my undergrad? I thought they were all decrepit! Sexy minds, decrepit bodies. Sigh. And here's this hot one. Hellooooo, eyecandy. :)
Then to OPERA CLASS, taught by the short, round, exceedingly enthusiastic Professor Carter. He's very British and... energetic. He sits on the table and kicks his legs and gestures and then goes and plays music and makes the music sounds - ba dee dee dee dee SEWING MACHINE YOU KNOW LIKE THAT. Yeah. There, I met a young man who saw me knitting and was all 'duuuude, I have a drawer full of yarn!' Except not like that at all. Only the content was similar. Anyway, he crochets, and will be referred to as Q if he does anything interesting in the future.
Opera class will require a great deal more attention to music than I generally afford.
And then my beloved Professor A had a nice properly grumpy War in 20th Century Lit course which is actually going to only be about the lit of WWI, nothing for WWII or the Vietnam War or - or any other war that happened, and I am slightly disappointed about that, but on the other hand, WILFRED OWEN AND SIEGFRIED SASSOON!!!! THEIR ROMANCE IS EPIC AND AWESOME. I need to read Vera Brittain on the subject of their LOVE. Ahem.
And now work. Buzz, buzz, buzz. I will spend the remainder reading for Thursday.
*mad crazed eyes*
ETA: Oh god. Oh god. Why is the store open an extra hour tonight? I was all ready to go home. And now I am totally ready to go home and still have fifty minutes to go. Going to die. Going to die MISERABLY.