New Quarter, New Bloggerly Virtue?
Unlikely, but worth a shot.
After a pleasant - if walking-intensive - layover in Boston, in which Andrew and I failed to find a Brazilian restaurant, took the wrong Green Line trolley, and discovered that Boston Public Library is closed on Sundays (and considers late September to be summer), I arrived in California about eleven hours before my first class of the quarter. May I just say how much I enjoy coming home to a tidy room and a fresh-made bed? Beats moving into a dorm room six ways 'til Sunday.
Classes yesterday were good. Had Intro to Prehistoric Archaeology, which is overcrowded with freshmen (born in 1991! perish the thought), but features a lab where we make stone tools; Intro to Linguistics, which I'm auditing and Steph is TAing; and GES Senior Seminar, which promises to be a lot of fun. The class is centered around writing, which I find I quite enjoy discussing in a formal fashion. A fun group of students, too - this is the first time I meet a lot of the people in my "new" graduating class, as most of them declared and started the major when I was abroad. About time.
A fun encounter yesterday: I walk into Ling 1, and whom should I find in the classroom but Rachel Antonsen? She got back from her summer in Cairo about four days after I left for Iceland, so I haven't seen her since last June, much to my teen be it spoken. Had lunch with her and Richard, and we had a merry old time. They both live at FloMo now, and I must say I find dining halls much more pleasing establishments now that I'm well and truly free of them.
My other two classes meet today: Reflection Seismology, my slightly over-ambitious choice of a Simon Klemperer-taught gradute Geophysics course, and Beginning Hindi. Am stoked. Report forthcoming. Also, lunch today with David, whom I haven't seen since before Canada.
After a pleasant - if walking-intensive - layover in Boston, in which Andrew and I failed to find a Brazilian restaurant, took the wrong Green Line trolley, and discovered that Boston Public Library is closed on Sundays (and considers late September to be summer), I arrived in California about eleven hours before my first class of the quarter. May I just say how much I enjoy coming home to a tidy room and a fresh-made bed? Beats moving into a dorm room six ways 'til Sunday.
Classes yesterday were good. Had Intro to Prehistoric Archaeology, which is overcrowded with freshmen (born in 1991! perish the thought), but features a lab where we make stone tools; Intro to Linguistics, which I'm auditing and Steph is TAing; and GES Senior Seminar, which promises to be a lot of fun. The class is centered around writing, which I find I quite enjoy discussing in a formal fashion. A fun group of students, too - this is the first time I meet a lot of the people in my "new" graduating class, as most of them declared and started the major when I was abroad. About time.
A fun encounter yesterday: I walk into Ling 1, and whom should I find in the classroom but Rachel Antonsen? She got back from her summer in Cairo about four days after I left for Iceland, so I haven't seen her since last June, much to my teen be it spoken. Had lunch with her and Richard, and we had a merry old time. They both live at FloMo now, and I must say I find dining halls much more pleasing establishments now that I'm well and truly free of them.
My other two classes meet today: Reflection Seismology, my slightly over-ambitious choice of a Simon Klemperer-taught gradute Geophysics course, and Beginning Hindi. Am stoked. Report forthcoming. Also, lunch today with David, whom I haven't seen since before Canada.