And so it begins...
Jan. 6th, 2004 04:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lareinenoireI went to bed around 9PM last night because I was about to collapse from exhaustion, and had intended to sleep straight through till my alarm went off at 9:30 AM. Then the magical hour of three rolled about and poof! I woke up. ::grumbles:: Stupid jetlag. It's been nearly a week. I ought to be over it by now.
(Yes, yes, it's partially my own fault. Staying up till the wee hours of the morning on a regular basis between New Years' and the first day of class probably didn't help...)
First day of classes went alright. I stepped out of my first class to find the temperature had dropped about ten degrees (or so it seemed, since I swear it wasn't that cold when I left the house) and there were snow flurries. This really was no problem until I had to wait half an hour for the bus in the dark, and I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Anthropology--our professor seems pretty cool, though I fear the class may be more work than I bargained for. Plus, our book is brand new, so sadly no chance of finding it at the library. Ugh, expenditure. And our midterm is the morning after my 21st birthday. Apparently the universe really doesn't want my life to involve drunken debauchery, even when I am legally allowed to indulge in it. Other than that, I know three people in the class, one of whom lived on my floor freshman year. I didn't know her particularly well, but it was cool to catch up.
French--Jetlag hit me pretty hard in this class. I was literally fine for the first half hour or so, then all of a sudden I crashed. Everything went all fuzzy and I had to fight to keep conscious. Probably not a good sign, though it looks like we're reading some interesting pieces. Still need to pick up the course packet.
Art History--I have this class in the same building as Kai, incidentally, which was a nice discovery. It's a tiny seminar, very specialised, and is looking to be fascinating. Also, of all the people to run into in an upper-level art history class, Carmilla (Kai and Pixie's ex-roommate) was one of the last I expected to see. But she's there. Also am discovering more and more people that come from Beavercreek, just out of the blue. Like they're stalking me or something.
NB: Need to start packing lunch. I was ready to die by the end of Art History, so I gave in and went to Subway. Then came home and crashed. Though now I'm hungry again. Grr. Will go downstairs and get snack. Then hopefully sleep again. I really am the only idiot up right now.
(Yes, yes, it's partially my own fault. Staying up till the wee hours of the morning on a regular basis between New Years' and the first day of class probably didn't help...)
First day of classes went alright. I stepped out of my first class to find the temperature had dropped about ten degrees (or so it seemed, since I swear it wasn't that cold when I left the house) and there were snow flurries. This really was no problem until I had to wait half an hour for the bus in the dark, and I think I'm coming down with a cold.
Anthropology--our professor seems pretty cool, though I fear the class may be more work than I bargained for. Plus, our book is brand new, so sadly no chance of finding it at the library. Ugh, expenditure. And our midterm is the morning after my 21st birthday. Apparently the universe really doesn't want my life to involve drunken debauchery, even when I am legally allowed to indulge in it. Other than that, I know three people in the class, one of whom lived on my floor freshman year. I didn't know her particularly well, but it was cool to catch up.
French--Jetlag hit me pretty hard in this class. I was literally fine for the first half hour or so, then all of a sudden I crashed. Everything went all fuzzy and I had to fight to keep conscious. Probably not a good sign, though it looks like we're reading some interesting pieces. Still need to pick up the course packet.
Art History--I have this class in the same building as Kai, incidentally, which was a nice discovery. It's a tiny seminar, very specialised, and is looking to be fascinating. Also, of all the people to run into in an upper-level art history class, Carmilla (Kai and Pixie's ex-roommate) was one of the last I expected to see. But she's there. Also am discovering more and more people that come from Beavercreek, just out of the blue. Like they're stalking me or something.
NB: Need to start packing lunch. I was ready to die by the end of Art History, so I gave in and went to Subway. Then came home and crashed. Though now I'm hungry again. Grr. Will go downstairs and get snack. Then hopefully sleep again. I really am the only idiot up right now.
