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just that kind of day
Jan. 25th, 2006 05:14 amI suppose I should post an update, since I haven't in a while. anyway... These past couple of days have been odd, very odd indeed. Not all of it's been bad odd, then again not all of it's been *good* odd either. My sleep schedule's reverted to feline-ness again, something I'm trying my hardest to shift starting today. And I'd run out of meds Friday afternoon, which explains why I may have seemed a little gloomier than usual over the weekend and Monday... especially Monday. Nightmares are not fun. No daleks this time thankfully, but other assorted half-remembered evils did make appearances... and one of them involved... well you can guess who it involved. Who do I always think about lots when I've slipped off rhythm. Right. anyway.
I wasn't able to get in to Ambrose till yesterday morning, but at least it wasn't *this* morning or something. And I'm feeling markedly better even from just the one day of getting back to rhythm. Feeling... very Nyssa this morning actually, very little girl-y, but not crawl in a hole little girl-y like I can get... if that makes any sense. A bit fragile, but not reading nightmare implications and horrors into everything like I was. Whew!
As for classes, they all seem to be going fairly well. Linguistics is the same as it was, with the same wonderful professor and the added bonus of shauna from the forensics team taking it with me! Now I can be relatively certain that when Bosco starts wagging and bouncing around, he's spotted Shauna... he has a thing about her, has since the moment he saw her. Quirky dog. He reacted that way to her mother too; something about those Lees... hmm. :)
World of ideas is almost exclusively political, which is fun for the chanter and her liberal leanings. communication and gender is much the same, only it's more societal than historical. I just hope I don't come across as some kind of ultra left-wing chatterbox or something, and that people aren't giving me odd looks across the classroom. This sort of thing fascinates me, politics and social implications and... shells, am I a journalist or a cultural observer or both? I'm hoping for both.
Prose stylistics is an interesting one, not awful but... unique as classes go. Mimic meeting creativity meeting any number of other things, and with a professor who sounds almost exactly like Lorelei gilmore besides. Funstuff!
As for the career exploration thing... I assumed it would be a lot more specific than it is. I thought I'd be going in to it as a journalism major with a specific field I was looking at working in already in mind, which I have (and now I just have to define it), and that the rest of the class would be working along the same lines for whatever fields they were looking at. I did *not* think this class would fill a lecture hall, and definitely didn't think it would be as general as it is. In short, oy! the one good thing about that class happened as I was about to walk out of it at the end of the session Monday. All of a sudden I hear someone yell "Carlie!" and I turn around and who's there but anne! Not anne from down the hall who zooms around faster than I can walk, anne who I competed against in high school and who I really need to hang out with more. That anne. So we've caught up with one another again, which means my social life's gotten a boost. Yay!
anyway... must go shower and get ready for two classes in a row. La la la walking in a windstorm... bleh.
and blame my youngest sister for this song--she started it!
I wasn't able to get in to Ambrose till yesterday morning, but at least it wasn't *this* morning or something. And I'm feeling markedly better even from just the one day of getting back to rhythm. Feeling... very Nyssa this morning actually, very little girl-y, but not crawl in a hole little girl-y like I can get... if that makes any sense. A bit fragile, but not reading nightmare implications and horrors into everything like I was. Whew!
As for classes, they all seem to be going fairly well. Linguistics is the same as it was, with the same wonderful professor and the added bonus of shauna from the forensics team taking it with me! Now I can be relatively certain that when Bosco starts wagging and bouncing around, he's spotted Shauna... he has a thing about her, has since the moment he saw her. Quirky dog. He reacted that way to her mother too; something about those Lees... hmm. :)
World of ideas is almost exclusively political, which is fun for the chanter and her liberal leanings. communication and gender is much the same, only it's more societal than historical. I just hope I don't come across as some kind of ultra left-wing chatterbox or something, and that people aren't giving me odd looks across the classroom. This sort of thing fascinates me, politics and social implications and... shells, am I a journalist or a cultural observer or both? I'm hoping for both.
Prose stylistics is an interesting one, not awful but... unique as classes go. Mimic meeting creativity meeting any number of other things, and with a professor who sounds almost exactly like Lorelei gilmore besides. Funstuff!
As for the career exploration thing... I assumed it would be a lot more specific than it is. I thought I'd be going in to it as a journalism major with a specific field I was looking at working in already in mind, which I have (and now I just have to define it), and that the rest of the class would be working along the same lines for whatever fields they were looking at. I did *not* think this class would fill a lecture hall, and definitely didn't think it would be as general as it is. In short, oy! the one good thing about that class happened as I was about to walk out of it at the end of the session Monday. All of a sudden I hear someone yell "Carlie!" and I turn around and who's there but anne! Not anne from down the hall who zooms around faster than I can walk, anne who I competed against in high school and who I really need to hang out with more. That anne. So we've caught up with one another again, which means my social life's gotten a boost. Yay!
anyway... must go shower and get ready for two classes in a row. La la la walking in a windstorm... bleh.
and blame my youngest sister for this song--she started it!
