"That's like...Elton John gay."
Let's see how noisy this is and if I can be quiet enough to not bother my sleeping roommate. I think I can be.
Classes:
Sociology is big. Ben and KO are in it. I love Carey as well as the subject of religion+politics+society, so I think it'll be good, despite large amounts of reading.
Intro to Programming is huge. It looks easy enough. I have to find someone to work with in that class who I will not kill, and it doesn't look good. The professor is dorky.
East Asian Educational History (also ginormous) has the potential to be awesome, but also to be heinously boring. I hope LaFleur will live up to his hype and it won't be like Rousseau, on and on about the diets of wet nurses for three huge pages.
Journalism is going to be incredible. Favorite professor and a few of my favorite people (Ben, Jameson, Nan, and Nate). Kinda big class is the only problem, but people, generally, seem to be intelligent and good at discussing things more or less constructively.
I have gotten myself involved in some sort of independent study thing which involves making a graphic novel about 9/11 conspiracy theories with Mike and Nate. I get to draw it. I hope I'm up to it and don't just suck horribly all over the place. I'm excited, but really heinously nervous. Shit.
On top of all these reading intensive classes and having to draw two pages of comic every week, I hope to get my radio show back on Friday afternoons again. Applications have yet to come out.
I'm going to die this semester.
Goodnight.
Classes:
Sociology is big. Ben and KO are in it. I love Carey as well as the subject of religion+politics+society, so I think it'll be good, despite large amounts of reading.
Intro to Programming is huge. It looks easy enough. I have to find someone to work with in that class who I will not kill, and it doesn't look good. The professor is dorky.
East Asian Educational History (also ginormous) has the potential to be awesome, but also to be heinously boring. I hope LaFleur will live up to his hype and it won't be like Rousseau, on and on about the diets of wet nurses for three huge pages.
Journalism is going to be incredible. Favorite professor and a few of my favorite people (Ben, Jameson, Nan, and Nate). Kinda big class is the only problem, but people, generally, seem to be intelligent and good at discussing things more or less constructively.
I have gotten myself involved in some sort of independent study thing which involves making a graphic novel about 9/11 conspiracy theories with Mike and Nate. I get to draw it. I hope I'm up to it and don't just suck horribly all over the place. I'm excited, but really heinously nervous. Shit.
On top of all these reading intensive classes and having to draw two pages of comic every week, I hope to get my radio show back on Friday afternoons again. Applications have yet to come out.
I'm going to die this semester.
Goodnight.