So, yeah. Third week into school and we’re still alive. That’s some thing to be proud of, right?
All the incoming students came in on the first, which was an image straight out of hell if there ever was one. Figure, there are 9 floors, 37 students per floor, with an average of 10 of them being incoming students. Thats not to say that only incoming students came in on the first either… That said, about 130 students arrived in Bell Hall (thats right, I’m only talking about one of three dorms) from 7am to about 11am on the first of September. Now, consider that each student is traditionally accompanied by Mom and Dad and you have tripled the foot traffic. Add another 80 or so for the odd brother, sister, aunt or uncle, and your looking at 400 pairs of feet, accounting for over 1000 trips trough the lobby, and nearly 45 personal attempts at suicide. Per RA. (in case you didn’t get that, that was a joke)
Moving on.
The remainder of the students, that didn’t manage to sneak in before hand, arrived on that Monday, the third, and classes got underway on Tuesday. For most everyone else, the Tuesday classes bit was a pretty sweet deal, giving them the subtle pleasure of knowing they cheated the rest of the world out of one day of Physics, or Calculus, or whatever course they had the testicular fortitude to sign up for on a day they knew they would very likely be ravaged with the ill effects of the night before.
For me, it meant practically nothing… No, last semester I though the concept of a four-day weekend was just wonderful, and as such, I have no classes on either Monday or Friday. No, all of my classes fit nicely into the three-day work week of Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Fabulous. I have five 3 hour courses, back, to back, to back. Awesome.
Well, not so much. Over the past two weeks of classes, I have found myself bored beyond compare during my precious four-day weekend. Sure, I am slowly finding ways to fill my time (namely, with past-past-due Miss Maine work), but it was quite the rude awakening to find that an afternoon of silence and inward contemplation isn’t the most entertaining prospect in the world…
Unfortunately, in my quest to fill my mind-numbing down-time, I somehow managed to fill nearly every moment of my Tuesday-Thursday work week, while leaving my four-day weekend a relative bottomless-pit of insanity.
To top it all off, the weather is going south, and it’s getting far to cold to go for a ride on the bike at any time other than high noon.
I did lose my room mate, though. So I suppose there is a silver lining. Well, a slightly tarnished silver actually. See, my room mate got served papers for a new room about a week ago. Unfortunately, he isn’t of the motivated variety, and didn’t get around to moving anything to his new room until two days ago. Even then he only moved his bedding material. His monitor, skateboard, posters and clothes still call my room home. How does that work?
I talked to him this afternoon, and it seems he still has no desire to ship out, so I am going to have to bag and tag his shit, because that is just ridiculous…
Classes are going pretty well, and Jen is reminded every day why she hates NESCom students (”Homework? What homework?”). I am learning some cool stuff in Graphic Design, but Web Design is a test of my sanity. Heather would appreciate this. We are codeing pages by hand in Dreadweaver (Code View). But by “web pages” what I really mean to say is <html>, <head>, <title>, <body>, <p>, <em>, <i>, <a> and <img>. Thrilling.
Basically, the next step is <table>, and we’re only going to touch on styles at the end of the semester… Gah…
At least it isn’t as bad as Intro to Algebra. We started off the semester (no joke) with “2 + 3 = 5″ and adding whole integers. Last class we went over fractions (negative number multiplication the class before). I can’t complain though, I need an easy math credit, and I think I found it.
The only problem is the idea that this will be the last math class I take for the rest of my life… Which, considering the “level,” is kind of depressing… I think I’ll manage though.
-MiKe-
How about a JOB!