It's late and I'm tired, so this entry will consist of random comments, because that's easiest.
My honors seminar is on short stories. We've read four so far, and he has pronounced
every one of them the "perfect" story. After the third "perfect story," I got fed up and asked what the criteria were for a story to be "perfect." He had to think about it. He gave me an answer -- I wrote it down -- which was plausible, but I'm beginning to doubt it now. Our latest story is in dialect. Think
Their Eyes Were Watching God. Is this one going to be a perfect story, too?
Still not much on the new-friends front. Jenny is awesome. We have random conversations, breaks from studying. The last one covered "perfect stories", AP classes, and (John) Kennedy's assassination. Hey, someone told me random conversations would be the most enlightening. Go figure.
My life is pretty much the same, now that I think about it. I get up, go to classes, come home and study, then go to bed. Yesterday, Greg came over for much of the afternoon and evening. We watched a very freaky, very indie movie,
Secretary. He said midway through, "It's an S&M love story." I said, "Don't borrow any more movies from Nick." I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to get in my studying after he left. I almost didn't. Went to bed late. I didn't expect the work to be this hard. I only have 5 classes/ 13 credits. My semester supposed to be easy.
Dining hall food gets tiring after a while. I'm about at that point now. Especially since they rotated the Honey Nut Cheerios out of the Diner. I used to just put sugar in my Cheerios, but then I tried Honey Nut at the Diner and loved them. It's so disappointing to find that you accidentally got the regular kind, and your OJ is from the broken machine. I taste it before I fill the glass now.
Four girls from UMD posed in the college issue of
Playboy. Not only did I see the large ad in
The Diamondback last week, but I heard them on the radio, and saw the front-page picture and almost-full-page article in today's
Diamondback. Seriously, is there nothing better to talk about? Oprah giving her whole audience $28k cars? Nothing?
I am craving Spicier Nacho Doritos. Or just regular Doritos. All I have are Tostitos Scoops, and while I love them, they get boring after a while. I like some variety in my meals. Not much, mind you, but some.
I have my first exam, in psychology, next week. I spent several hours studying for it today. It hasn't been clicking. So much biology. Tonight, though, I think I got it. It was such a good feeling.
In my honors humanities class, participation and discussion count for 30% of our grade. So far, in two classes, I think I've said one word. Exactly one. That, and "here" when Professor Jung took attendance. Everyone else's comments sound so much smarter than anything I have to say. I don't want to sound like the dumb one. I'm afraid I won't be as articulate as they are. Yeah, I'm a compulsive worrier, but I don't want to be embarrassed.
And now I should be in bed, trying to sleep through the night. I've almost made it for the past few nights. Really need to crash, though.
How do I feel about the college life this week? Medium well.
