Day ninety-five: oh so slow...
Jan. 20th, 2005 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzThis semester is just getting off to a very slow start, I think. Usually after a long break I'm ready to learn new things and I'm in for the long haul and all that jazz, but this semester it's sort of like there was never a break after last semester. Not that I didn't enjoy my break, and I am feeling more refreshed and clear-headed and less stressed...but...
Perhaps it was that three-day weekend that's still affecting me. Who knows. I wake up every morning feeling like I've slept wonderfully, but then halfway through the day my body demands some compensatory rest. Those poltergeist sounds cease to freak me out - now they're just a bloody nuisance. And I can sleep through them.
Last night Benten and I went to see the guys because we were meant to play a good game of farscape. Didn't happen. We all levelled up, but that was about it. We spent more time lazing around talking...they more than me, because all of a sudden I was dead tired. I'd spent all day doing homework and whatnot, and my brain just wasn't ready for gaming. I don't think Benten was really wanting to game either, but it was sort of nice, like in the old days where I'd fall asleep on the sofa and half-listen to old gamers' war stories and the boys would get to playing video games while we just watched. It's fun to watch guys game sometimes, it really is. The rest of the time you join in or you sleep. That's the way I look at it. I am proud to announce that I have converted Kelly to the cult of the "poison cookies". There's always one person who gives in. Of course, she likes black licorice, so that helps.
French first thing in the morning...puts me in this sort of unenthusiastic lull. I'm grasping all of the grammar much better than before, and I'm doing okay. I'd do better at writing than speaking, of course, but oh well. Most of my classes are small enough this semester that I can't really put my head down and just take notes, but at least they're in the classes I care about and want to contribute in. CJ I like, but then I just like listening to Prof. Franklin, although sometimes I will speak up. Brit Lit II is looking to be something of a pain, but oh well.
And there's this kid in our English History class...smart fella. Sharp. Political science major. I reckon as long as I keep my nose clean around him I won't start some bizarre internal feud with the kid. No need to get into feuds with fellow students. But he was just...like...the one thing I hate most - education over experience. Education is all about learning things we must be able to apply later on in our professions, and experience implies that one can capably apply what one has learnt. Teaching experience is always good, but sometimes students will understand things better if they can hear about practical applications of what they're learning. Book-learning isn't everything, man. Experience always helps.
Most of my friends seem kinda tense...financial problems, problems at home...and I worry about them, but I'm not very good at the whole touchy-feely comfort thing. I always just sorta stood back and watched other girls hug each other and say it was all right. Occasionally I know when to give a hug, but ehh...I reckon my friends are strong, and if they need something they know they can come ask me for help.
I'm not sure I enjoyed Jill's (the RA) news that many of the girls on our floor are like highschoolers still. One of them is apparently afraid of Benten's Inuyasha mask. I'd be more afraid of a Sesshomaru mask, myself, or even a Noh mask. Those things are damn scary. But I might as well dampen my need to antagonize them. I refuse to be pushed around by a bunch of freshmen - which is something of a high school sentiment in itself. As long as they leave me alone, nothing bad will happen.
Well, I have homework. Later, gang.
Perhaps it was that three-day weekend that's still affecting me. Who knows. I wake up every morning feeling like I've slept wonderfully, but then halfway through the day my body demands some compensatory rest. Those poltergeist sounds cease to freak me out - now they're just a bloody nuisance. And I can sleep through them.
Last night Benten and I went to see the guys because we were meant to play a good game of farscape. Didn't happen. We all levelled up, but that was about it. We spent more time lazing around talking...they more than me, because all of a sudden I was dead tired. I'd spent all day doing homework and whatnot, and my brain just wasn't ready for gaming. I don't think Benten was really wanting to game either, but it was sort of nice, like in the old days where I'd fall asleep on the sofa and half-listen to old gamers' war stories and the boys would get to playing video games while we just watched. It's fun to watch guys game sometimes, it really is. The rest of the time you join in or you sleep. That's the way I look at it. I am proud to announce that I have converted Kelly to the cult of the "poison cookies". There's always one person who gives in. Of course, she likes black licorice, so that helps.
French first thing in the morning...puts me in this sort of unenthusiastic lull. I'm grasping all of the grammar much better than before, and I'm doing okay. I'd do better at writing than speaking, of course, but oh well. Most of my classes are small enough this semester that I can't really put my head down and just take notes, but at least they're in the classes I care about and want to contribute in. CJ I like, but then I just like listening to Prof. Franklin, although sometimes I will speak up. Brit Lit II is looking to be something of a pain, but oh well.
And there's this kid in our English History class...smart fella. Sharp. Political science major. I reckon as long as I keep my nose clean around him I won't start some bizarre internal feud with the kid. No need to get into feuds with fellow students. But he was just...like...the one thing I hate most - education over experience. Education is all about learning things we must be able to apply later on in our professions, and experience implies that one can capably apply what one has learnt. Teaching experience is always good, but sometimes students will understand things better if they can hear about practical applications of what they're learning. Book-learning isn't everything, man. Experience always helps.
Most of my friends seem kinda tense...financial problems, problems at home...and I worry about them, but I'm not very good at the whole touchy-feely comfort thing. I always just sorta stood back and watched other girls hug each other and say it was all right. Occasionally I know when to give a hug, but ehh...I reckon my friends are strong, and if they need something they know they can come ask me for help.
I'm not sure I enjoyed Jill's (the RA) news that many of the girls on our floor are like highschoolers still. One of them is apparently afraid of Benten's Inuyasha mask. I'd be more afraid of a Sesshomaru mask, myself, or even a Noh mask. Those things are damn scary. But I might as well dampen my need to antagonize them. I refuse to be pushed around by a bunch of freshmen - which is something of a high school sentiment in itself. As long as they leave me alone, nothing bad will happen.
Well, I have homework. Later, gang.
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Date: 2005-01-20 01:32 pm (UTC)Call me about gaming and Phantom...looking forward to it more than I can say!
Meg