55 Minute Blocks
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mackinzieSo today is the first day of classes back. Three months off and I'm a little apprehensive going back when I'm used to waking up at 12 in the afternoon. I had to take another speech class because the one I took a year ago (or was it a year and half?) won't work. I need this one.
Already we have an assignment to find something to read. I have no idea what to choose. I'm sure I'll find it later, but right now I'm just kind of fretting vaguely.
Sitting in class the first day, it's very awkward. Nobody talks to anyone, they just kind of stare at the board, their shoes, the ceiling, their cellphone. And the wait between coming in and the teaching arriving's the longest part, I suppose.
So I tried to break the silence and stuff by actually talking but people kind of gave me looks, like it was forbidden or something. It's mostly a freshman class anyway, I guess they're just scared.
And I ran into people I knew everywhere today, but most of them just passed me off with a casual 'hello' or 'hi', a happy dismissal...though some times less than that, bordering on dismissal.
I still have to buy my books...and get my contacts. This week's unforseeable. The semester has the potiental to be either very hard or very easy. Maybe it'll be leading toward the easy. That'd be nice.
Every class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is in 55 Minute blocks. They're like super short because the classes are spread along three days. The Tuesday and Thursday classes are longer, about an hour and a half. This is going to be fun.(Sarcasm)
I hope. (not sarcasm)
Here I want to be a writer and I don't really have that many interesting things to say. I guess it all depends on context and what you're writing about. I'd rather be the fiction writer than the non fiction, because usually my life is less than exciting. In some ways I think it is, but for the rest of the world it's just...average and everyday.
Take, for example, my acquisition of a new phone on saturday. My mom got it for me. It's very awesome, and flippy, and colorful. On Sunday I got a new cover for it and spend the next 30 minutes on the couch watching my dad and mom interchange it between each other trying to get the cover on.
And before that, Saturday still, I went to a family 'party' for my cousin's husband's birthday, which was like 2 weeks ago. We had the usual family gathering with the usual food item of tacos that my uncle always says is roadkill. Of course this is also after I'm done eating and thus makes me a little ill.
While we eat tacos there is the myriad of four or five children running below our eyelevel in overalls and dresses and bows. Two little girls and and a little boy, all at the age where the world is a place of wonder...would a banana be neat in a shoe or what?
And appearently it is quite neat, for it has been done many times.
I think the young ones have little talks while we're not looking, meetings full of child talk that we had when we were younger and forced ourselves to forget, lest we betray the child talk secret organization.
And I realize I haven't updated this journal for awhile. You see, I have found another and am torn. So I may just have to interchange between the two, if that's aloud thank you and please.
Until later.
Already we have an assignment to find something to read. I have no idea what to choose. I'm sure I'll find it later, but right now I'm just kind of fretting vaguely.
Sitting in class the first day, it's very awkward. Nobody talks to anyone, they just kind of stare at the board, their shoes, the ceiling, their cellphone. And the wait between coming in and the teaching arriving's the longest part, I suppose.
So I tried to break the silence and stuff by actually talking but people kind of gave me looks, like it was forbidden or something. It's mostly a freshman class anyway, I guess they're just scared.
And I ran into people I knew everywhere today, but most of them just passed me off with a casual 'hello' or 'hi', a happy dismissal...though some times less than that, bordering on dismissal.
I still have to buy my books...and get my contacts. This week's unforseeable. The semester has the potiental to be either very hard or very easy. Maybe it'll be leading toward the easy. That'd be nice.
Every class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is in 55 Minute blocks. They're like super short because the classes are spread along three days. The Tuesday and Thursday classes are longer, about an hour and a half. This is going to be fun.(Sarcasm)
I hope. (not sarcasm)
Here I want to be a writer and I don't really have that many interesting things to say. I guess it all depends on context and what you're writing about. I'd rather be the fiction writer than the non fiction, because usually my life is less than exciting. In some ways I think it is, but for the rest of the world it's just...average and everyday.
Take, for example, my acquisition of a new phone on saturday. My mom got it for me. It's very awesome, and flippy, and colorful. On Sunday I got a new cover for it and spend the next 30 minutes on the couch watching my dad and mom interchange it between each other trying to get the cover on.
And before that, Saturday still, I went to a family 'party' for my cousin's husband's birthday, which was like 2 weeks ago. We had the usual family gathering with the usual food item of tacos that my uncle always says is roadkill. Of course this is also after I'm done eating and thus makes me a little ill.
While we eat tacos there is the myriad of four or five children running below our eyelevel in overalls and dresses and bows. Two little girls and and a little boy, all at the age where the world is a place of wonder...would a banana be neat in a shoe or what?
And appearently it is quite neat, for it has been done many times.
I think the young ones have little talks while we're not looking, meetings full of child talk that we had when we were younger and forced ourselves to forget, lest we betray the child talk secret organization.
And I realize I haven't updated this journal for awhile. You see, I have found another and am torn. So I may just have to interchange between the two, if that's aloud thank you and please.
Until later.
