The End of Days
I could write something cliche and cheesy about my last first day of school. In all likelihood I will not be proceeding to graduate school so this will be my final semester of schooling, at least for a while.
Irish Literature class should be good, since the class is filled with my friends, it's a subject I'm fascinated by and the course is taught by my favorite professor, Ellen. The texts for my Ethnic American Literature class sound interesting but it's a three hour night class, once a week, with only seven other students. It was my final chance to take this class with Ben, who co-led my study tour in England last summer. He's a kind, well-rounded man whose brilliant mind I admittedly have a little baby crush on so I'm willing to stick it out. Renaissance Literature is going to be a struggle for me, since I have Machiavelli and we're already neck-deep in The Prince. However, it's my third and final class with Jim Crowley, the older, bulldog-like man I previously mentioned here. Again, willing to overlook my boredom just for the mere sake of having the opportunity to learn from a brilliant mind.
Folklore and Fairytales sounds exciting and intriguing, no? Wrong. The professor, who claims she has been teaching for almost ten years, emailed us a list of supplies we'll need like pens, notebooks, binders, etc. What are we, middle schoolers? That was the first immediate turn-off. The second, was when she began talking about assigning groups for "groupwork"... I despise busywork. The third was peer editing workshops, mandatory for all the summary/analysis essays we have to write at the end of every unit; I hate peer editing. The fourth was that we must revise our essays if our first drafts do not receive an A grade; anything that is an A- or lower, we must revise. Failure to revise will result in a zero and your first draft grade is averaged with your revision. I don't want to revise a paper if I got an A- on it! I don't do revisions; I do them right the first time. Unfortunately, I have to take this class because it fulfills one of my final requirements and two of my friends are in the class that I don't want to abandon. As long as we're in a group together, we should be fine. There's also that really irritating girl from my first classes with Crowley that I cannot stand. It's going to be a long semester.
Quick update on the whole "Two Boys" front: Boy #2 told me he had feelings for me. I turned him down and while he took it well, I can't help but feel badly that I rejected him. I ran into him today when I was walking/chatting with his ex, who I'm close with. It was awkward but it forced me to tell her about what was going on (or not going on, in this case). She completely understood and we're better friends for it, so I'm grateful it all worked out. Boy #1 has yet to make his move or even admit he has feelings for me; maybe I'm completely wrong! Maybe he doesn't actually like me! I can only hope...
I've been watching Sleepy Hollow on and off over the past couple months now. The direction the writers took Ichabod Crane is bizarre; Witnesses, the four horsemen of the apocalypse, Satan, witches, magic, betrayed friends/lovers and undead sons? The end of days is coming and while I really enjoy Tom Mison's performance as Ichabod, I really am beginning to be confused. Mison is witty, sharp, sarcastic and surprisingly true to the authenticity of the time period his character originated from. I'm not sure how the show will maintain my interest in Season 2.
For now my pleasure reading has to be put on hold once again. I'm going to buckle down and start off the semester right, doing all my readings and being prepared for once! Not sure how long it will last, but I'm optimistic! :)
Irish Literature class should be good, since the class is filled with my friends, it's a subject I'm fascinated by and the course is taught by my favorite professor, Ellen. The texts for my Ethnic American Literature class sound interesting but it's a three hour night class, once a week, with only seven other students. It was my final chance to take this class with Ben, who co-led my study tour in England last summer. He's a kind, well-rounded man whose brilliant mind I admittedly have a little baby crush on so I'm willing to stick it out. Renaissance Literature is going to be a struggle for me, since I have Machiavelli and we're already neck-deep in The Prince. However, it's my third and final class with Jim Crowley, the older, bulldog-like man I previously mentioned here. Again, willing to overlook my boredom just for the mere sake of having the opportunity to learn from a brilliant mind.
Folklore and Fairytales sounds exciting and intriguing, no? Wrong. The professor, who claims she has been teaching for almost ten years, emailed us a list of supplies we'll need like pens, notebooks, binders, etc. What are we, middle schoolers? That was the first immediate turn-off. The second, was when she began talking about assigning groups for "groupwork"... I despise busywork. The third was peer editing workshops, mandatory for all the summary/analysis essays we have to write at the end of every unit; I hate peer editing. The fourth was that we must revise our essays if our first drafts do not receive an A grade; anything that is an A- or lower, we must revise. Failure to revise will result in a zero and your first draft grade is averaged with your revision. I don't want to revise a paper if I got an A- on it! I don't do revisions; I do them right the first time. Unfortunately, I have to take this class because it fulfills one of my final requirements and two of my friends are in the class that I don't want to abandon. As long as we're in a group together, we should be fine. There's also that really irritating girl from my first classes with Crowley that I cannot stand. It's going to be a long semester.
Quick update on the whole "Two Boys" front: Boy #2 told me he had feelings for me. I turned him down and while he took it well, I can't help but feel badly that I rejected him. I ran into him today when I was walking/chatting with his ex, who I'm close with. It was awkward but it forced me to tell her about what was going on (or not going on, in this case). She completely understood and we're better friends for it, so I'm grateful it all worked out. Boy #1 has yet to make his move or even admit he has feelings for me; maybe I'm completely wrong! Maybe he doesn't actually like me! I can only hope...
I've been watching Sleepy Hollow on and off over the past couple months now. The direction the writers took Ichabod Crane is bizarre; Witnesses, the four horsemen of the apocalypse, Satan, witches, magic, betrayed friends/lovers and undead sons? The end of days is coming and while I really enjoy Tom Mison's performance as Ichabod, I really am beginning to be confused. Mison is witty, sharp, sarcastic and surprisingly true to the authenticity of the time period his character originated from. I'm not sure how the show will maintain my interest in Season 2.
For now my pleasure reading has to be put on hold once again. I'm going to buckle down and start off the semester right, doing all my readings and being prepared for once! Not sure how long it will last, but I'm optimistic! :)
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