John asked me to put this up here, so I will:
We have decided that when we are very old, we will get houses right next door and bother each other. John will hassle me to come play video-game Jeopardy from the early 1980s, like now, only he'll be too blind to see the questions. But he will have memorized all the sequences back when he was 50, and tell by a frequency (that only he has learned to receive) which sequence is playing.
And Tim and Tom will be around somewhere, whacking each other with their canes, but John says we'll all be so old that not only will anyone be able to tell them apart, they won't be able to tell themselves apart.
...Ha, considering the twins' memory problems now, I don't think I disbelieve it. :-P
You can tell that it's been way too long since the two of us hung out. But Saturday is the Quiz Bowl tournament, and a day with Chris, John, Ryan, and Zack promises to be entertaining from the get-go. Well, except for the get-go, since that's 6:50 AM.
But yeah.
-Laurel
9.23.2004
"You can lose your mind--maybe then your heart you'll find..."
Since the eBay guy is finally sending my refund for the defective Jars of Clay CD (which I shipped back to him prior to leaving for school, if that's any indication), soon I will have it, and therefore will have to, if I want to be a good little child at all, delete the two mp3s from that CD that I still possess on my computer. One of them is "Sunny Days", source of this entry's title (this ramble will have very little to do with said title, I assure you; it's just that that's what was playing when I started this entry), and a large part of the reason I bought the CD in the first place, so that's a little disappointing. I probably would've saved myself a huge hassle by waiting a few more weeks and then just buying that one song on iTunes. ::snorts:: But I've never done that before, so it's not something I'm sure I want to start.
Then again, since I send music to friends when they ask, and sometimes I get some of theirs, what exactly is the difference? ...It doesn't matter; when I get the money, I'll delete the two songs.
When I listen to "Razreesh", a song by this female acapella group called Mediaeval Baebes, then, and only then, am I sad that I've dropped out of acapella, and only because it's unlikely now that I'll ever get to sing something that sounds like that. ...But I could get a small-group together within choir to do just one song for something. We've done French dinners, Italian dinners--instead of doing something weird like a German dinner, we could do something wyrd and have a medieval dinner instead. If elected female choir-officer, I should see what kind of support I have on that.
...If elected choir-officer, it is likely that Liz and the two freshman girls whose names I forget (also leaders of the female acapella group I just dropped out of) will be very annoyed with me, since I told them I had to leave because I couldn't handle any more extracurricular activities. Which is absolutely true, so even though choir is not half the time commitment that acapella was, perhaps I will tread very carefully on that one.
Only one class today, because choir is a guys'-sectional and Thursdays are mercifully easy, at least in terms of number of classes, as opposed to what I have to do for said classes.
Ooh, which reminds me--tomorrow I get to make lots and lots of cookies after my classes end at 12:10 and I don't have any acapella practice! :) :) :)
So on Tuesday in folk dancing, we learned "El Gato" from--oh, I never remember her name, hold on--::rereads e-mail::--that's right, Cecilia. She's assistant-teaching a couple of Spanish classes this semester (not mine, but she came one day just to watch). So learning an Argentinian folk dance was very cool--and very amusing. It has this part where the girls have to twirl their skirts (even if imaginary, as mine was) in a sort of skewed box-step, and the guys have to do this--this thing with their shoes, this step-stomp-stomp-step deal where they're trying to impress us, except that mostly they make us laugh instead. It looks like Argentinian Riverdance or something. Though I admit I'm a little impressed that they can keep it going for so long.
But I was going to mention Bridget.
Bridget from my high school graduating class died last Saturday in a horse accident--she got kicked. She loved horses--like, you look at the majority of honors students in my school, and you can find them in three or four extracurricular clubs, or at least chorus or choir--and if you're Daffy or me, it's all of the above, plus a couple of Caspy's plays. Bridget shows up once in a Ski Club picture, and that's it. The rest of her out-of-school energy, from all I can tell, went into riding--you can find her name in all sorts of riding scores (I have no idea what they're called). That was her major, equine studies.
It does seem cruel that such a part of her life turned into her death, but what actually creeps me out the most in this is that I can't remember for certain what classes I had with her and which I didn't have. People like, say, Christine, another horse-lover--I remember having English with her in ninth and eleventh grade, psych in twelfth. Sometimes I get blurry about whether I've had her in others (as I imagine I have), but those three, I know for certain. Bridget, I know I've had her in classes--but which ones? I try to picture her face in a seat nearby and fail. I think she was in eleventh-grade English with me, near Christine. But was she in psych? AP English, AP stats? I've heard her name since the fourth grade--I think I remember the way she looked the first time I saw her in elementary school, with a long brown braid, singing the greasy-grimy-gopher-guts song with somebody. As far as my mind is concerned, I may well have never had her in a class at all, except that I know I have.
...and how many other people have I done that to, that when they die, I'll have a recollection of, but nothing specific to fix my mind on? My mind feels like it's floating when I try to pin it down to Bridget. It goes back to the only concrete thing it has--her senior picture. But I looked that up when she was dead. And when she was alive, but in passing, probably looking for more-familiar faces within my graduating class.
As I did with Adam's death in twelfth grade (there's an entry about that, too, from long ago), to make sense of it I have to look around. How many people am I doing that to now, noting in passing without really knowing they're there? I don't have one class now where I know everyone's name, even the one with only six of us. That, at least, should change.
I should take a shower or something now, though. I was going to be offline half an hour ago.
-Laurel
Then again, since I send music to friends when they ask, and sometimes I get some of theirs, what exactly is the difference? ...It doesn't matter; when I get the money, I'll delete the two songs.
When I listen to "Razreesh", a song by this female acapella group called Mediaeval Baebes, then, and only then, am I sad that I've dropped out of acapella, and only because it's unlikely now that I'll ever get to sing something that sounds like that. ...But I could get a small-group together within choir to do just one song for something. We've done French dinners, Italian dinners--instead of doing something weird like a German dinner, we could do something wyrd and have a medieval dinner instead. If elected female choir-officer, I should see what kind of support I have on that.
...If elected choir-officer, it is likely that Liz and the two freshman girls whose names I forget (also leaders of the female acapella group I just dropped out of) will be very annoyed with me, since I told them I had to leave because I couldn't handle any more extracurricular activities. Which is absolutely true, so even though choir is not half the time commitment that acapella was, perhaps I will tread very carefully on that one.
Only one class today, because choir is a guys'-sectional and Thursdays are mercifully easy, at least in terms of number of classes, as opposed to what I have to do for said classes.
Ooh, which reminds me--tomorrow I get to make lots and lots of cookies after my classes end at 12:10 and I don't have any acapella practice! :) :) :)
So on Tuesday in folk dancing, we learned "El Gato" from--oh, I never remember her name, hold on--::rereads e-mail::--that's right, Cecilia. She's assistant-teaching a couple of Spanish classes this semester (not mine, but she came one day just to watch). So learning an Argentinian folk dance was very cool--and very amusing. It has this part where the girls have to twirl their skirts (even if imaginary, as mine was) in a sort of skewed box-step, and the guys have to do this--this thing with their shoes, this step-stomp-stomp-step deal where they're trying to impress us, except that mostly they make us laugh instead. It looks like Argentinian Riverdance or something. Though I admit I'm a little impressed that they can keep it going for so long.
But I was going to mention Bridget.
Bridget from my high school graduating class died last Saturday in a horse accident--she got kicked. She loved horses--like, you look at the majority of honors students in my school, and you can find them in three or four extracurricular clubs, or at least chorus or choir--and if you're Daffy or me, it's all of the above, plus a couple of Caspy's plays. Bridget shows up once in a Ski Club picture, and that's it. The rest of her out-of-school energy, from all I can tell, went into riding--you can find her name in all sorts of riding scores (I have no idea what they're called). That was her major, equine studies.
It does seem cruel that such a part of her life turned into her death, but what actually creeps me out the most in this is that I can't remember for certain what classes I had with her and which I didn't have. People like, say, Christine, another horse-lover--I remember having English with her in ninth and eleventh grade, psych in twelfth. Sometimes I get blurry about whether I've had her in others (as I imagine I have), but those three, I know for certain. Bridget, I know I've had her in classes--but which ones? I try to picture her face in a seat nearby and fail. I think she was in eleventh-grade English with me, near Christine. But was she in psych? AP English, AP stats? I've heard her name since the fourth grade--I think I remember the way she looked the first time I saw her in elementary school, with a long brown braid, singing the greasy-grimy-gopher-guts song with somebody. As far as my mind is concerned, I may well have never had her in a class at all, except that I know I have.
...and how many other people have I done that to, that when they die, I'll have a recollection of, but nothing specific to fix my mind on? My mind feels like it's floating when I try to pin it down to Bridget. It goes back to the only concrete thing it has--her senior picture. But I looked that up when she was dead. And when she was alive, but in passing, probably looking for more-familiar faces within my graduating class.
As I did with Adam's death in twelfth grade (there's an entry about that, too, from long ago), to make sense of it I have to look around. How many people am I doing that to now, noting in passing without really knowing they're there? I don't have one class now where I know everyone's name, even the one with only six of us. That, at least, should change.
I should take a shower or something now, though. I was going to be offline half an hour ago.
-Laurel
9.19.2004
This-that-and-the-other-thing
Arr and avast, me hearties and mateys--happy Talk Like a Pirate Day, and thanks to Daffy fer remindin' us all.
Okay, so I've cut out of acapella. It was nice to get in, but first of all, five extracurricular activities and 18 academic credits are driving me crazy. They leave me no time for anything, and that means I keep being up too late, and then being tired, and getting miserable, and seriously, by the end of the semester, Tim may be the only one who can stand me--and maybe no one at all, considering sometimes I even get mean and cranky with him. :(
Secondly, acapella itself was driving me crazy. I'm sorry, but that group was not what I had in mind. Basically we were just singing 60s and 70s tunes without a piano--no sound effects or anything (the guys have a guy who can do percussion with his mouth, which kicks), and not really much talent. There's more to acapella than what we're doing, but we have no idea what else to it there is. And I include myself in that. I just know it feels pale and weak, what we've been doing. ...Plus, I don't like the way that Ross is running the group even though he's there by invite because none of us can play piano.
Basically, it was a female version of how the ninth-grade-guys' chorus always got put through a bunch of oldies songs, and though I may eventually end up looking like Pete Best, I simply don't have the patience to stick around until we find our feet. I've dropped it. Thank goodness for commitment-free Friday nights.
...I guess all my friends are worried about me, the way I'm running myself round half to death. Lily and John told my parents on me, so to speak, so I got no disappointment at all from them on the anti-acapella deal, which would otherwise surprise me, since they (my mom especially) were so excited to see me get into it.
::sighs:: I've got to get to the career center or something; if I'm going to do this every semester, which I'll have to if I want one major and two minors, I'd better be darn sure that I want the end-result.
In other news, my honors seminar for next semester may be all about maple syrup, which is as bizarre yet awesome as it sounds. It's a back-by-popular-demand kind of seminar--Tim and Tom took it the last time around, and Tim got pretty excited when I told him I was thinking of signing up for it.
My parents and Lily and her family and Tim and I went out for dinner last night, and then to five minutes of the Bardic Circle (I'm telling you, guys, you've got to come up to my school; we do the weirdest, coolest things) and this awesome juggling show called TWO (go and see it if you ever, ever have the chance!).
My dad commented this morning that Tim is very nice and he likes him. This is very good. ...My mom liked him already; she's had an affection for the entire clan, for goodness's sake, since she met them. ('Course, considering that Glenn's mother was never interested in meeting my family, is it much wonder?)
But, yeah...my parents disclosed yesterday the phone bills the two of us ran up while he was in Milwaukee. :-[ ...I don't know what long-distance service my parents are under, but if school's can beat it, there's a big problem there. Ruddy crud, that a few hours in a month should cost that much!
Okay, time for half an hour of random work-type crap, followed by dinner and APO, followed by more work, followed eventually and blessedly by sleep.
-Laurel
Okay, so I've cut out of acapella. It was nice to get in, but first of all, five extracurricular activities and 18 academic credits are driving me crazy. They leave me no time for anything, and that means I keep being up too late, and then being tired, and getting miserable, and seriously, by the end of the semester, Tim may be the only one who can stand me--and maybe no one at all, considering sometimes I even get mean and cranky with him. :(
Secondly, acapella itself was driving me crazy. I'm sorry, but that group was not what I had in mind. Basically we were just singing 60s and 70s tunes without a piano--no sound effects or anything (the guys have a guy who can do percussion with his mouth, which kicks), and not really much talent. There's more to acapella than what we're doing, but we have no idea what else to it there is. And I include myself in that. I just know it feels pale and weak, what we've been doing. ...Plus, I don't like the way that Ross is running the group even though he's there by invite because none of us can play piano.
Basically, it was a female version of how the ninth-grade-guys' chorus always got put through a bunch of oldies songs, and though I may eventually end up looking like Pete Best, I simply don't have the patience to stick around until we find our feet. I've dropped it. Thank goodness for commitment-free Friday nights.
...I guess all my friends are worried about me, the way I'm running myself round half to death. Lily and John told my parents on me, so to speak, so I got no disappointment at all from them on the anti-acapella deal, which would otherwise surprise me, since they (my mom especially) were so excited to see me get into it.
::sighs:: I've got to get to the career center or something; if I'm going to do this every semester, which I'll have to if I want one major and two minors, I'd better be darn sure that I want the end-result.
In other news, my honors seminar for next semester may be all about maple syrup, which is as bizarre yet awesome as it sounds. It's a back-by-popular-demand kind of seminar--Tim and Tom took it the last time around, and Tim got pretty excited when I told him I was thinking of signing up for it.
My parents and Lily and her family and Tim and I went out for dinner last night, and then to five minutes of the Bardic Circle (I'm telling you, guys, you've got to come up to my school; we do the weirdest, coolest things) and this awesome juggling show called TWO (go and see it if you ever, ever have the chance!).
My dad commented this morning that Tim is very nice and he likes him. This is very good. ...My mom liked him already; she's had an affection for the entire clan, for goodness's sake, since she met them. ('Course, considering that Glenn's mother was never interested in meeting my family, is it much wonder?)
But, yeah...my parents disclosed yesterday the phone bills the two of us ran up while he was in Milwaukee. :-[ ...I don't know what long-distance service my parents are under, but if school's can beat it, there's a big problem there. Ruddy crud, that a few hours in a month should cost that much!
Okay, time for half an hour of random work-type crap, followed by dinner and APO, followed by more work, followed eventually and blessedly by sleep.
-Laurel
9.15.2004
::rejoining the Blogger world::
Wow, it's been nearly a week. Not such a thing, maybe, but I'm used to writing a little more than that.
Has been a week since the sickness's onset, and it wasn't strep, but I guess an upper-respiratory deal; it's turned into a horrible cold instead, which I guess is okay. I'm feeling less like death-eatin'-a-cracker today, mostly because I actually got eight-or-so hours of sleep. And Rush is over (hear me, if our chapter of APO ever goes under, it will be our own darn fault; it was a bad, bad week to be secretary, co-Rush-chair, and head of public relations, suffice to say). And tomorrow I have no classes until 3:20, and maybe not even then, because if I feel icky, I'm not supposed to come. CB (the professor) practically kicked me out yesterday when I had a coughing spasm in the middle of class, and actually said afterwards that if I didn't get into bed and stay there, she was going to call my parents (and I wouldn't put it past her).
::sighs:: Guilty as charged; this has not been a good week at all for quiescence. Or for much of anything. But okay, tonight was the APO dinner, and that part kicked butt as usual. And it means that Rush is over, so w000000000t! Now all we have to do is convince people that they really do want to be committed to the Asylum. :-P
(I met the president of Fredonia's chapter on Saturday, btw; I like him, he's cool.)
...I really was going to say things non-APO-related. What were they?
Oh, oh! I had a funny story. Today in Brit-Lit we were talking about the medieval idea of bodily "humors", and things like that, and we got to the part where passion was seated in the liver. Dr. M, who likes to randomly pick on people, said, "So, Sean, now you can say to your girlfriend, 'I love you with all of my liver'."
I don't think she realized that Sean's girlfriend is Amy, who sits right next to him. They don't get cute in class or anything (though they do outside; they go round holding hands, kinda like Tim and me). So Sean turns ninety degrees to his left, puts on this soppy face, and starts, "Amy..." And Amy, whom I know from early last year when she and Yumi were my closest campus friends for a week or two--she's kinda shy--turns really red and covers her face with a hand, and we all start laughing. It was great. Sean was enjoying it. Amy probably wasn't.
Sean is one of the APO prospectives, which brings this thing full circle. Tonight he came to the invite dinner and introduced himself thusly: "I'm Sean...and I'm Asian." Which he is. He likes pandas and is funny and smart. I hope he joins.
But there I go again, so I will sign off there.
Now that I am in a better mood, may my school friends follow.
-Laurel
Has been a week since the sickness's onset, and it wasn't strep, but I guess an upper-respiratory deal; it's turned into a horrible cold instead, which I guess is okay. I'm feeling less like death-eatin'-a-cracker today, mostly because I actually got eight-or-so hours of sleep. And Rush is over (hear me, if our chapter of APO ever goes under, it will be our own darn fault; it was a bad, bad week to be secretary, co-Rush-chair, and head of public relations, suffice to say). And tomorrow I have no classes until 3:20, and maybe not even then, because if I feel icky, I'm not supposed to come. CB (the professor) practically kicked me out yesterday when I had a coughing spasm in the middle of class, and actually said afterwards that if I didn't get into bed and stay there, she was going to call my parents (and I wouldn't put it past her).
::sighs:: Guilty as charged; this has not been a good week at all for quiescence. Or for much of anything. But okay, tonight was the APO dinner, and that part kicked butt as usual. And it means that Rush is over, so w000000000t! Now all we have to do is convince people that they really do want to be committed to the Asylum. :-P
(I met the president of Fredonia's chapter on Saturday, btw; I like him, he's cool.)
...I really was going to say things non-APO-related. What were they?
Oh, oh! I had a funny story. Today in Brit-Lit we were talking about the medieval idea of bodily "humors", and things like that, and we got to the part where passion was seated in the liver. Dr. M, who likes to randomly pick on people, said, "So, Sean, now you can say to your girlfriend, 'I love you with all of my liver'."
I don't think she realized that Sean's girlfriend is Amy, who sits right next to him. They don't get cute in class or anything (though they do outside; they go round holding hands, kinda like Tim and me). So Sean turns ninety degrees to his left, puts on this soppy face, and starts, "Amy..." And Amy, whom I know from early last year when she and Yumi were my closest campus friends for a week or two--she's kinda shy--turns really red and covers her face with a hand, and we all start laughing. It was great. Sean was enjoying it. Amy probably wasn't.
Sean is one of the APO prospectives, which brings this thing full circle. Tonight he came to the invite dinner and introduced himself thusly: "I'm Sean...and I'm Asian." Which he is. He likes pandas and is funny and smart. I hope he joins.
But there I go again, so I will sign off there.
Now that I am in a better mood, may my school friends follow.
-Laurel
9.09.2004
Serendipity
Have some form of throat infection. I'm hoping for strep because that means I'll get antibiotics, but they won't know until Saturday, and that's not cool.
Cool things happened today, though: first of all, I was sick, and walked into lunch wary of eating soup, which is hit-and-miss around here, but which was the only thing I felt up to--and there was chicken noodle. Chicken noodle soup when I'm sick. I'm not sick often, but dude, that never happens to me.
(Actually, it was cool: the cream of broccoli was also very good for once, so I had that for dinner.)
Secondly, I canceled out of choir even though it was only forty minutes today, which I didn't think Luanne would like, but since I'm auditing, she was going to have to go along with it--and it got canceled. A skipped class getting canceled. That never happens to me.
So some kind of heavenly smile has fallen on me today, and I'm going to celebrate by getting several hours of sleep before I attempt any homework whatsoever.
-Laurel
Cool things happened today, though: first of all, I was sick, and walked into lunch wary of eating soup, which is hit-and-miss around here, but which was the only thing I felt up to--and there was chicken noodle. Chicken noodle soup when I'm sick. I'm not sick often, but dude, that never happens to me.
(Actually, it was cool: the cream of broccoli was also very good for once, so I had that for dinner.)
Secondly, I canceled out of choir even though it was only forty minutes today, which I didn't think Luanne would like, but since I'm auditing, she was going to have to go along with it--and it got canceled. A skipped class getting canceled. That never happens to me.
So some kind of heavenly smile has fallen on me today, and I'm going to celebrate by getting several hours of sleep before I attempt any homework whatsoever.
-Laurel
9.07.2004
::collides with reality like a fly with a windshield::
I am doing too darn much. I stayed up late last night doing APO work instead of sleeping. So today I skipped Spanish to get homework done and created what may have been more work for myself. And tonight I was going to get seven or eight hours of sleep (luxury untold...) and get up early to finish the Spanish, but instead I did homework for another subject later in the day, such that I can take an afternoon nap now, but the key will be to not die before that time.
'Cause I'm still getting up early for Spanish.
And it's APO recruitment-type week (the University has a problem with the term "rush"). Tonight's event: coffeehouse night with card games. Total attending: one.
I spent all ruddy summer on this thrice-wretched week.
And I stepped on a dead bloody toad just as I decided it was a beautiful morning, causing a very Albert-style wail skyward of "That's not fair!"
So as far as I'm concerned, this semester is totally going to be emotional masochism. Would that I had some form of wide-eyed optimism. I kinda don't. ...I still love all my friends, school and home, but dang this undulatory crap.
Though, speaking of that and of Albert, I have borrowed his copy of Screwtape Letters, and if I ever get another free moment, I am sure I will enjoy reading it again.
...I have gotten into the campus's sole female a-capella group. This is very cool. But practices fall on Tuesday, already my busiest day. This is not very cool. Class to choir to practice leaves little time for dinner, and getting that leaves little time for folk dancing, the thought of which exhausts me already.
Once again, it is about darn time I went to bed.
-Laurel
'Cause I'm still getting up early for Spanish.
And it's APO recruitment-type week (the University has a problem with the term "rush"). Tonight's event: coffeehouse night with card games. Total attending: one.
I spent all ruddy summer on this thrice-wretched week.
And I stepped on a dead bloody toad just as I decided it was a beautiful morning, causing a very Albert-style wail skyward of "That's not fair!"
So as far as I'm concerned, this semester is totally going to be emotional masochism. Would that I had some form of wide-eyed optimism. I kinda don't. ...I still love all my friends, school and home, but dang this undulatory crap.
Though, speaking of that and of Albert, I have borrowed his copy of Screwtape Letters, and if I ever get another free moment, I am sure I will enjoy reading it again.
...I have gotten into the campus's sole female a-capella group. This is very cool. But practices fall on Tuesday, already my busiest day. This is not very cool. Class to choir to practice leaves little time for dinner, and getting that leaves little time for folk dancing, the thought of which exhausts me already.
Once again, it is about darn time I went to bed.
-Laurel
9.05.2004
"And so, it's good to know..."
Has been a crazy but very nice day, and a quieter, lovely night, watching VeggieTales with Tim, Tom, and Albert.
I'm not sure I would have believed it, had I been previously told, that God made such sweet boys, and that I should know three of them, all at once.
On that note, which I mean wholeheartedly, it is time I went to bed.
-Laurel
I'm not sure I would have believed it, had I been previously told, that God made such sweet boys, and that I should know three of them, all at once.
On that note, which I mean wholeheartedly, it is time I went to bed.
-Laurel
9.01.2004
::swaying drowsily::
It is only the third day of classes, and already I am exhausted. I have been late once, and that to psych meth/stat, because I decided five minutes before class that it would be faster to drive down the hill than to sprint. And so it was, but the parking situation kinda wasn't, and I ended up probably later to class than I would have been otherwise, especially considering that I had Tim to drop off, too.
I have had all of my classes so far except for honors seminar, which's tonight, and everything is very interesting (except for meth/stat, which's pretty interesting, though I've done almost all of it before, between APs psych and stats), but oh am I going to have to bust my butt. This is going to be the semester that I discover what college is really like, one of those things that my friends last year figured out for themselves, while I tended to land in easier classes.
So last night I read parts of Beowulf for the first time, and it was pretty cool; I mostly ignored the Canterbury Tales prologue, since we did it for AP English; and I read quite a bit of Spanish, which I love because it's finally at a level that's harder than high school, but which makes me a little nervous because there're only four of us in the class, so I can't fake it if I don't know.
Choir tryouts were last night; so few people showed up that everyone made it. That hasn't happened in a long, long time, as far as I know, but there wasn't much communication about it, either. I'm glad that Lydia got in--she's one of the first-years I met at orientation, and I like her. I wish I knew where Erin was, though--did she transfer? Is she out of choir? I was hoping to see more of her.
Had the DDR party the other night; there were almost more State kids in the room than anyone else, 'cause Erik came and brought Orin and Gretchen, and many of my friends were in classes. But Tom, Mike, and Chris came, so we had fun. And Erik (sort of) beat Tom up while singing in Irish, though it's even odds as to which of them was more amused by that.
To shower, to get ready, and hopefully to eat before meth/stat; other plans for the day include Spanish, probably a nap, Brit-Lit, dinner, and honors.
Drat, I'm behind schedule again. I wonder why. :-P
-Laurel
I have had all of my classes so far except for honors seminar, which's tonight, and everything is very interesting (except for meth/stat, which's pretty interesting, though I've done almost all of it before, between APs psych and stats), but oh am I going to have to bust my butt. This is going to be the semester that I discover what college is really like, one of those things that my friends last year figured out for themselves, while I tended to land in easier classes.
So last night I read parts of Beowulf for the first time, and it was pretty cool; I mostly ignored the Canterbury Tales prologue, since we did it for AP English; and I read quite a bit of Spanish, which I love because it's finally at a level that's harder than high school, but which makes me a little nervous because there're only four of us in the class, so I can't fake it if I don't know.
Choir tryouts were last night; so few people showed up that everyone made it. That hasn't happened in a long, long time, as far as I know, but there wasn't much communication about it, either. I'm glad that Lydia got in--she's one of the first-years I met at orientation, and I like her. I wish I knew where Erin was, though--did she transfer? Is she out of choir? I was hoping to see more of her.
Had the DDR party the other night; there were almost more State kids in the room than anyone else, 'cause Erik came and brought Orin and Gretchen, and many of my friends were in classes. But Tom, Mike, and Chris came, so we had fun. And Erik (sort of) beat Tom up while singing in Irish, though it's even odds as to which of them was more amused by that.
To shower, to get ready, and hopefully to eat before meth/stat; other plans for the day include Spanish, probably a nap, Brit-Lit, dinner, and honors.
Drat, I'm behind schedule again. I wonder why. :-P
-Laurel