Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Things of grave import.

Not really. Nothing I do is of grave import. I don't think so, anyway. But hey, let's go over the reason I'm really here: classes.
Just like for the rest of you fools, yesterday was the first real day of classes for me, due to getting here late/last week's snafus/etc etc. In case you're interested, this is the final version of my schedule:

Mondays:

9 - 9:50 Buddhist Art in China
11:10 - 12 Sinners, Saints and Seers: Scottish, English and Irish art from 600 - 900
2 - 2:50 Custodians of Empire: The Praetorian Guard

Wednesdays (Jan. 23, Feb. 6 and 20, March 5):
2 - 3:50? C of E seminar (aka discussion section)

Thursdays:
11 - 1:10? S, S and S tutorial (also aka discussion section)
2 - 2:50 C of E
4:10 - 6 B A in C tutorial

So, for every week that isn't one of the ones with special Wednesdays, I only have classes two days. And people wonder why I'm on the computer all the time. It's also because you're all still sleeping when I'm in class, generally, but whatever. I really need to find something to occupy my time, because homework? Mostly reading, and not too much of it. And then some seminar/tutorial questions, based on readings. For two out of three classes, my assignments consist of a paper and a final at the end of the semester. For the other one, I have a final, an in-class essay, and two copies of a log book (which is just where I have to answer my seminar questions) due. Shut up, I earned this after last semester's hell.
Anyway, yesterday was supposed to be my first full day of classes. Except I got to the first one slightly late, which actually didn't matter, because there were technical difficulties with the projector for approximately 25 minutes. Yeah. And then, the second class was canceled because the instructor was sick. Uh huh. And then the third class was fine. With the exception of Buddhist art, I have a serious and genuine interest in the subjects about which I'm learning. The readings that I've had to do so far, even for Buddhist art, have been interesting, or at least easy. And the classes have all been approved for credit by the AHIS/CLAS departments, which is another weight off of my mind. My semester is going to be awesome, thanks for asking. Hope all of yours go as well.
On another note, my flatmate apparently has a boyfriend. I first discovered this when she was gone for the entire weekend, from Friday to Sunday, and took her toothbrush. Brilliant deducer that I am, I figured it was a male. Sunday night, they both came back to my flat. And he hasn't left yet. Mostly, they spend their time in the shower. Not even kidding. They've had four while I've been home in the last two days. And it's not like they're having sex in there or anything. They do that in her room. This blog might turn out to be less about my sex life and more about Marina's. Whatever. And he's not even Scottish, so it's not like I get the joy of a Scottish accent around the flat out of this. It also sounds like they're arguing all the time. It might just be because of their accents and the fact that they're both speaking English (which is neither his nor her first language), but the word choice also suggests argument to me. Well, less arguing, more debating. God knows what. Okay, enough about them.
I've taken to writing down everything (shopping/to do lists, class info, contact info, etc) in a little notebook that I take everywhere with me. I entitled it "Shit to keep track of." I'm good at concise. It sort of helps, but I still bump things from one day's to-do list to the next's. As long as it all gets done, no harm in that.

This is what it is going to look like for the rest of the week. Grey. Also, it should look darker than this, but I don't feel like playing with the camera anymore. And it's only 3:45.

- C

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