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Internet, How I've Missed You!
Sep. 21st, 2009 08:46 pmDespite the best efforts of ResComp, I finally have internet on my laptop! You guys, there are no words for how much less stressed I am now that I can get online without having to jimmy the lock on the computer cluster. (The problem we spent three hours trying to fix yesterday is...sort of fixed? In that we didn't fix anything at all. But my computer turns on, albeit painfully slowly, and everything seems to be working fine once it is on, so I have decided unilaterally that that is a battle for another day.)
Minor things I don't like about my new dorm: I miss my siiiiiiiink, oh man, I miss my sink so much. And the room is kinda small and it stays really warm because of the big window. Also, we only have one girl's shower on this floor, and it's in the bathroom instead of its own room, and it's tiny and awkward to use and doesn't have any place to put your stuff. So I hate it deeply.
Things that more than make up for that: apparently this is the year of the mass exodus back into East Flo, because a ton of people I lived with freshman year are back here and it's totally awesome. All our staffpeople are great. I actually missed FloMo food, which probably says some sad things about me. And my internet works!
Classes! Mondays and Wednesdays are possibly going to kill me. I was so exhausted when I got back to my room tonight. Why did I decide to take 20 units again? But I can't drop any of them, because they are all so wonderful.
Victorian Sex seems like it's going to be ridiculously fun (and embarrassing!), and it has the most fantastic reading list, including Dorian Gray, Alan Moore's From Hell, and explicit Victorian gay porn. Everyone says Stats 60 is one of the classes you can pass as long as you aren't legally brain dead, and the first lecture did nothing to persuade me that was not the case. Also, one of the girls I work with is taking it with me and we're going to go in on the book together, along with a couple other people, since it's horrendously expensive. 20th Century Fiction I thought would be a basic intro to AmLit type class, and instead it's all about race and privilege and writing from a perspective of marginalization. It's going to be fascinating. And also probably kill me.
Tomorrow I have intermediate fiction writing, yay!
Minor things I don't like about my new dorm: I miss my siiiiiiiink, oh man, I miss my sink so much. And the room is kinda small and it stays really warm because of the big window. Also, we only have one girl's shower on this floor, and it's in the bathroom instead of its own room, and it's tiny and awkward to use and doesn't have any place to put your stuff. So I hate it deeply.
Things that more than make up for that: apparently this is the year of the mass exodus back into East Flo, because a ton of people I lived with freshman year are back here and it's totally awesome. All our staffpeople are great. I actually missed FloMo food, which probably says some sad things about me. And my internet works!
Classes! Mondays and Wednesdays are possibly going to kill me. I was so exhausted when I got back to my room tonight. Why did I decide to take 20 units again? But I can't drop any of them, because they are all so wonderful.
Victorian Sex seems like it's going to be ridiculously fun (and embarrassing!), and it has the most fantastic reading list, including Dorian Gray, Alan Moore's From Hell, and explicit Victorian gay porn. Everyone says Stats 60 is one of the classes you can pass as long as you aren't legally brain dead, and the first lecture did nothing to persuade me that was not the case. Also, one of the girls I work with is taking it with me and we're going to go in on the book together, along with a couple other people, since it's horrendously expensive. 20th Century Fiction I thought would be a basic intro to AmLit type class, and instead it's all about race and privilege and writing from a perspective of marginalization. It's going to be fascinating. And also probably kill me.
Tomorrow I have intermediate fiction writing, yay!