| Wow, I'm a lazy bum. Well, to make a long story short, I'm going to actually use this thing a little. My "real" blog, Soliloquy, is currently in a hosting limbo. I haven't heard a word from Ambrosia (my host) lately about this FTP issue we've been having, and I have no desire to move it back to Geocities. To top it off, all the files are on my home computer and I have no graphics program at the moment. That will hopefully change when I go home for fall break. Install PSP 8 and copy all my little cute files to this computer. I'm now in college. Yes, I missed blogging all the essential details between the 2004 Presidential Debates (yep, you read that correctly) and now. The stress of SATs, ACTs, junior year, nearly 2 years of high school fencing, 2 years of viola-ing, essays, all the fun that is one's senior year of high school. All of it. And now I'm here, 250 (or thereabouts) miles from home, living with someone I have never met before and all the rest of it. It's quite an old story; I'm sure you'll catch on. I know I shouldn't be whining, because I know people who are currently going to school on the "other" coast. It's gone very, very fast. It's been a month since I got here, but I only vaguely remember Welcome Days as something that happened when it was much warmer. So, I've settled in quite nicely. My classes aren't bad (Chem , Calc I, Microeconomics, Intro to Environmental Thinking and...a seminar), even if they're somewhat boring. The seminar class, interestingly enough, is about murder. I have no idea what they're implying. The assigned reading for this part of the year is...Crime and Punishment. At the moment, it seems rather a punishment to read it. I'm hoping it gets better. Or maybe I should read it a second time. Books are funny creatures like that. Some of them you get along with quite well the first time 'round, and some, you need a second or third conversation before it works out. And some you never want to see ever again. Like Beloved. I hate that book. Back to my settling-in. I like my chem prof. At least, he's a better teacher than my HS chem teacher. This is nothing to be optimistic about, as that is not a difficult thing to achieve. I suppose it's something, though. I just had my first exam in that class. I did a problem about determining the mass of vitamin C you get out of a certain reaction. It was a 25 point problem. It should not have required the single calculation that I did it with. There is something wrong. I am NOT about to look up the sample problem; odds are that I'll end up very depressed and it'll ruin my day. Or my weekend. Or my self-esteem. Or all three. My Calc prof doesn't appear to be anything BUT a math teacher. A math teacher with numeracy problems. Econ=boring. Nothing more to be said about that. Environmental studies. Let it suffice to say that I miss my AP Enviro teacher (also fencing coach) from my junior year of HS; I don't think this prof is used to giving lectures. I must say that the articles he gives us for reading are interesting, though. In things that are not class-related: I've made a few friends in my dorm. There are another 4 people from my high school, so I have a few people that I know anyway. Of course, I'm fencing up here too. But most of my time (that I'm not in class, asleep or at fencing practice) is spent at my desk surfing the internet and/or knitting, with my music on. I'm perfectly fine with that, although most of the people on my floor seem to think that it's some sort of disease curable by vast quantities of beer. Given the effects of ethanol on the human brain and nervous system, I'd say they're probably right, but that would involve a) extracting me from my room, and b)getting the beer, considering that there's not a whole lot of it on this campus. I don't need to be social; kindly leave me in peace so that I may finish this scarf. |
