The Balance of Life
Things are crazy! It's my own fault though. I've been feeling the need to be social. I have this little nagging voice (alright, so it's a loud nagging voice) in the back of my head saying "what about homework...you need to do homework." But that's the craziest of the crazies. I'm all caught up. How did that happen? And more importantly, how long will it last?
I'm betting I can enjoy the repose through tonight. (If only it would last longer...as tomorrow I have both house church and movie plans...going to see Garden State, oh yeah)
I have some time until my lit class (formerly known as the grad class). It's long. But at least, using the excuse of stupidity, I should be able to get away with being fairly silent. Then after that, I'm rushing over to check out a club that's meeting.
My fiction class was very boring today. It consisted of the prof talking for the entire hour and fifty minutes. It was rough. I was twitching by the end. I swear, I usually have more leg room than I did today.
Any-hoo, there were still amusing moments. The Prof is Native American and it's interesting to see how his background affects his perspective on the short stories he's had us read. Plus, since the man is a story teller (what with being a published novelist), he randomly goes off on story tangents of the people he has encountered.
I want to try to find one of his books...but I think the they'd be a little too weird for my blood. The prof really likes his "extreme" fiction.
Yeah! Have an appointment to speak with screenwriting prof dude! Now all I have to do, is convince him to teach me. Things are falling into place.
A rep. from "Teach For America" spoke today. I don't think I could do it. Not only would I not feel qualified to teach, all the little inner-city children would scare me. I'd be too afraid of them to be authoritative. A nine-year-old would pull out some brass knuckles or a knife, I'd flee in terror. Okay, maybe I'd try to talk to him or her for a minute, then flee in terror. The point is, there'd be fleeing. That doesn't align with the goal of teaching.
Britt's birthday was fun. Good time had by all. I'm excited that I finally have a group picture of us that isn't a sticker (don't ask). We forced Britt to get a chocolate martini. She only had a sip or two. After dinner we went to her apartment and watched My Big Fat Greek Weeding and did the talking thing.
Now that I'm in college I finally see the benefit to a birthday during the school year. That way, all your friends are actually in state/town and can hang out.
I'm betting I can enjoy the repose through tonight. (If only it would last longer...as tomorrow I have both house church and movie plans...going to see Garden State, oh yeah)
I have some time until my lit class (formerly known as the grad class). It's long. But at least, using the excuse of stupidity, I should be able to get away with being fairly silent. Then after that, I'm rushing over to check out a club that's meeting.
My fiction class was very boring today. It consisted of the prof talking for the entire hour and fifty minutes. It was rough. I was twitching by the end. I swear, I usually have more leg room than I did today.
Any-hoo, there were still amusing moments. The Prof is Native American and it's interesting to see how his background affects his perspective on the short stories he's had us read. Plus, since the man is a story teller (what with being a published novelist), he randomly goes off on story tangents of the people he has encountered.
I want to try to find one of his books...but I think the they'd be a little too weird for my blood. The prof really likes his "extreme" fiction.
Yeah! Have an appointment to speak with screenwriting prof dude! Now all I have to do, is convince him to teach me. Things are falling into place.
A rep. from "Teach For America" spoke today. I don't think I could do it. Not only would I not feel qualified to teach, all the little inner-city children would scare me. I'd be too afraid of them to be authoritative. A nine-year-old would pull out some brass knuckles or a knife, I'd flee in terror. Okay, maybe I'd try to talk to him or her for a minute, then flee in terror. The point is, there'd be fleeing. That doesn't align with the goal of teaching.
Britt's birthday was fun. Good time had by all. I'm excited that I finally have a group picture of us that isn't a sticker (don't ask). We forced Britt to get a chocolate martini. She only had a sip or two. After dinner we went to her apartment and watched My Big Fat Greek Weeding and did the talking thing.
Now that I'm in college I finally see the benefit to a birthday during the school year. That way, all your friends are actually in state/town and can hang out.
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