my first day of classes went pretty well.
it was over at 10:50 this morning.
so yeah.
i think i'm really gonna enjoy the music history class. the prof reminds me of mr. batten from h.s., for those of you hockessinites who read this. he looks like a batten clone, and talks like one too. weirdness. plus there's no textbook. we just listen to lotsa music, and we're required to attend 3 concerts (of any kind) by the end of the semester. funfun. only drawback is, it's at 9 in the a.m. some of you early bunnies may think that's not so bad, but to me, that's like the crack of dawn. oh well, i'll descend back into the depths of my horrendous caffeine addiction. woohoo.
i'm also getting the rest of my science requirement out of the way, finishing up geology. i think i'll like this prof a whole lot better than the last one. he quoted mark twain, and he's always coming up with all these weird facts. nifty.
my mon, wed, fri's are gonna be interesting. nothing to do after 11. well, unless i can force add my art history wed. night class, which i desperately long for. *sighs* we'll wait and see. i need to powwow with the prof and plead my case, which is basically that i didn't declare last semester, so i couldn't register for the majors-only class during the first registration period. but i am declaring my art history major now, so i really really reeeally wanna/need to get into that class. hopefully the art gods are on my side, and the prof will look favorably upon my case. *crosses fingers and legs* (i can't cross my toes, ok? i'll work with what i've got)
woooargh. all this angsting, and i haven't even gone to the other 2 classes i have yet!
yep, tues & thurs are all english, all the time, pour moi.
death by the english language, part 1: ENG 295, intro to literary studies. looking at the books i had to buy for this class, i'm kinda skeptical. there are two damning pieces of evidence. exhibit a, william faulkner's the sound and the fury. NO, thank you, i like my brain the way it is. intact. exhibit b, the great gatsby. *induces projectile vomiting* i already did the west egg scene in high school, and it was torturous enough to last me several lifetimes. or so i thought. i even did one of the essay questions on the a.p. test on gatsby, dammit. no more. so you can see why me not so happy. which brings us to--
death by the english language, part the second: ENG 336, british victorian lit. i am happy because oscar wilde will be at least mentioned, and i think he's pretty cool beans. also, most of the other stuff we'll be reading i've heard of/know the plot of/can probably b.s. my essays on it pretty well. shit like shaw's pygmalion (the not-happily-ended basis for my fair lady), dicken's great expectations, hardy's far from the madding crowd. and i am sooo glad that i don't have to read wuthering heights. (aaaargh!) but then...what's this? OH, NO!!! it's....it's....JANE EYRE!!!!!!!! just when you thought it was safe! now, many people consider jane eyre to be one of the best works of fiction ever. i am definitely not one of those people. i can't exactly describe why i dislike the damn thing, but i just do. is it the whole governess-goes-to-huge-house-to-take-care-of-child-and-falls-in-love-with-her-employer thing? (and i mean the governess' employer, not the child's. hellooo, child labor laws?!) no, it's not that, b/c i hold a special place in my heart for the sound of music, which is mostly due to christopher plummer's hotness in that film (i fast forward until he appears, then press play. when he goes away, i fast forward until the next plummer sighting).
so why do i hate jane eyre? is it because that rochester's "ward" adele is, in all probability, his illegitimate daughter? or is it because rochester is married to an verry insane woman he keeps locked in the attic? hrm....
so, yes. i'm not passing judgment on these two classes, because i have yet to attend them, but at this point in time, i don't exactly have the most favorable outlook. i would much like to be pleasantly surprised. hell, if you have low enough expectations, you can never ever be disappointed! (i've tried many times to explain this to my parents, but they don't quite grasp the general concept. oh well.)
so, here's to a lovely new semester! may all my expectations be low, and may i not be kicked out of school!
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here here!! or whatever. i have my own share of bullshit to read this semester too. I DETEST HEMINGWAY with a passion. i wish someone would burn all of the books written by him and erase that man from history dammit!! Other than that, i wish you the best in your new semester!!! I need the luck too....
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