Today was great (except for math class)! I started three of my classes (only one more to go, Practicum) and I really liked two of them.

My first class was math, which, as you can guess, is not included in the greatness of the day. Luckily, it's not nearly in the morning- it starts at 12:20. However, the room was stuffy, carrying my book is like hauling around a small child, and my teacher is foreign. Yeah... my teacher is Russian (I think... her accent sounds it). She's very nice, but I'm not sure how her teaching style is going to work out for me. I think she's afraid of not being understood, she she constantly repeats herself and overdoes everything. This will either really help me or will confuse me beyong belief. Today it was the latter... and same for the people behind me, as far as I could tell when I turned around and whispered, "Wait... what's the assignment?" and they just shook their heads, looking dazed. So... I'm just going to have to guess on my homework, unless I see someone from my class around campus. This was the only class I have that I've actually seen someone over college age in- we've got a lady who's probably late fifties, I'd say. The worst part about our classroom is that I can't even count down the minutes 'til it's over- the clock is broken and the second hand just kind of twitches just above the eight.

Tuesdays and Thursdays are my rushing around days- I've figured out that I'm either going to have to wake up really early so I can eat breakfast and be hungry for lunch, or one of them's going to have to go. I ate breakfast around ten this morning and so wasn't hungry by twelve... but I don't get out of classes until nearly six. I brought a granola bar and apple with me today, and that worked- I'll just have to figure out a system. I felt kind of dumb walking around with my stuffed backpack- no one on the campus really uses a backpack, and if they do, it's one of those flimsy, cool Jansport ones with the nifty designs on them (I really wanted one of these, but my mom said my heavy-duty blue high school one was just fine). But there is no getting out of the backpack on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when I need four notebooks, four binders, my planner, five textbooks (though it got cut down by one today), writing utensils, food so I don't die, and my usual novel or two (although today, I only had one, and it was a play). I'm very Rory Gilmore with my books/backpack situation (I actually just watched the episode where they dicuss it)- I usually have three or four different recreational books in my backpack. Hey, it already almost equals me in weight, so why not add one more thing?

Anyway, we were let out a few minutes early, which was good, as it gave me time to eat my granola bar and find my class sanely. I had heard from Marne that my next class, Though & Expression, was kind of boring. We don't have the same teacher because she's in honors and I'm not (is it snobby to say I was shocked that I didn't get in honors? I thought I did really well on the entrance exam). Anyway, our teacher came in and he is surprisingly young- not at all like I pictured. The way he speaks reminds me of Jude Law (sans accent). He's very laid back, but not in an irresponsible way. He had just gotten the textbook on Tuesday and this was his first day on campus, so he didn't have a syllabus. He went over some of his rules and then we did an intro thing where we said our name, major, where we're from, and an interesting fact. I don't think I've ever been less interesting than during these games- why don't I write these things down and carry them around with me? Fear strikes my heart whenever I hear "ice breaker" these days. Anyway, though I like the teacher- he's quite funny- I'm not so sure about the course. Apparently, it's dropped all the time (tell me how)- you have to write a bazillion huge papers (okay, six) on a major issue. Mmkay, I live in my head or in books. I know about historical things and fictional things, but I do not know anything about major current issues. I cannot fake my way through six papers. Ugh. This teacher better keep up the humor if I'm going to live through his class.

Since there was no actual syllabus, we were let go an hour early- an HOUR! I guess that's college for you. So I went back to my dorm, watched most of an episode of Gilmore Girls, and ate my apple calmly (rather than while sprinting across campus, which might induce choking... I might want to rethink the whole food thing...) This was also beneficial because I was able to take my stuff for my next class out of my bulding backpack and put it in a smaller, non-man-eating bag.

My next class, The World of King Arthur: From Malory to Monty Python, was one I've been looking forward to since I met the teacher and class on Saturday. It was in the newest building, which is so nice! I was in there for my dyscalculia meeting, but was too focused on not walking into the wrong office to notice how fancy-schmancy that building is.
My teacher is just as cool as she was on Saturday- she reminds me of my high school biology teacher, actually. I love this class so much. I felt bad when I had to admit that it was my third choice, but I throughly made up for it by cementing my overacheiver status- she noticed in my binder (which I might just have left open on purpose...) the worksheet we were supposed to have completed for the first day... and I was the only one who had done it. And also the only one who had done he itnernet introduction thing. Though I know I probably had several class members glaring at the back of my head, it still was pleasing to see her look at my worksheet and commit my name to memory. And it paid off right away- when she aske dif anyone had a preference for the group project topic, she chose me first, so I get to teach the class about King Arthur in books, movies, and theatre! Yesss!
Now for the best part. As she was going over the syllabus, she casually mentioned that oneof our class excursions had already been scheduled- WE'RE GOING TO SEE SPAMALOT ON BROADWAY!!!!!! And the students don't have to pay anything! I squealed so loudly when she told us. This is amazing. I get to go to New York City and see one of my favorite musicals on Broadway for FREE! Hopefully we'll have some free time so I can traipse to that script shop on 48th... and get Villa Pizza... And we do script readings and are allowed to write monologues and scenes for our presentations... Anyway, I love this class and I can't WAIT until Tuesday!

Since our teacher's DVD didn't work, she let us leave early so we could go to the Activities Fair. I was really happy about this because I wanted to sign up for clubs, but they were only going to be out for twenty minutes after class ended, and I knew some whould already be packed up by then. But when we were let out, there was still about 45 minutes, so all of the tables were still set up on the Walk of Pride. For a non-social person like myself, I signed up for so many clubs- Knight Club (which gives dance classes), the newspaper, the literary magazine, the yearbook, the English Club (I still haven't figured out if this is a club for reading and writing or a club for Anglophiles... either way, they read Shakespeare and that works for me), the radio station, the tv station, concert choir, Rockapella (the a capella group), and a few more I can't even remember... you don't actually have to join any of these clubs, but they give you info about their first meeting and you can decide if you want to go or not. There was one table where I saw music on the table, but no sign, so I went over, and ended up getting invited to join the Catholic Club. I'm sure it's a very nice club, but, er... I'm not Catholic, so that might be a little weird. I don't even know their version of the Lord's Prayer, and I can't take Communion. So I passed that one up, along with the Equestrian club (my sister wanted me to join- my roommates did- but the fact that I'm afraid of horses might become a problem eventually) and a few others.

So I am pretty darn happy right now... especially, if you saw my edit last night, that short film is going ahead on Saturday. I'm really excited, but also really nervous... I went to the library today and printed out the script, then sealed myself in one of te soundproof study rooms to practice and I sound stupid... have to fix that. Also, I'm afraid I won't be memorized by Saturday. I am so used to having months for it to just get into my head (I rarely ever sit down and actually work on my lines) that I don't know how to do it on semi-short notice (though I can memorize in seconds during a cold reading... but only short-term). I might be able to get some pictures, but it also might be weird to take pics, since there's only three of us in the film.

Anyway, I'm taking  the train home tomorow- going to H'burg first so I can walk to CASA and visit, then Mom's picking me up. Have to be Allie's chauffeur (so that's why they wanted me to come home), and then she's going to the Poconos with her friend Amy and Mom and Dad are going to the shore... so I'm coming home and staying there by myself! I was going to go with M&D if filming didn't pull through, but it did, so... I'll be watching a lot of movies, LOL.

Today when I came back early from T&E, I stopped short in the doorway. Something was different... I looked around and zeroed in on the cluttered corner where we have soda, water, tea, and some snacks.. except they were all neatly organized by size. Then I noticed Rachel's box was unpacked and neatly put away. The floor was Swiffered. Weeeeird... I knew it was either Rachel's doing, or someone's parent had dropped by and bestowed us with snacks and all-purpose cleaner. It turned out to be Rachel, but it is weird to walk into a room and notice things have been moved... I guess that's what happens when you share a room.

Okay, I suppose you're tired of reading this jumbled entry. Good night!


"Cool, I just verbed an acronym!" -T&E teacher

"If you give me the flu, you automatically fail. If you have an infectious disease, just stay in your room and curl up on your elongated bed." -T&E again (that last part had me laughing until I was about to fall out of my chair... then I had to calm down because everyone else had stopped laughing long before)

"Why are you looking at the clock? You are bored already? That clock doesn't even work." -Math teacher

"God, you're like a pop-up book from Hell!" -Gilmore Girls