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Thursday, September 04, 2003
I be tired.

And now, the complaining:

Anthro Theory: This class is going to be a gigantic pain in my ass. Yes, I could use the refresher, but this professor wants us to hand in a paper for every single reading she assigns. There are usually two readings assigned per class (and two classes a week), and the readings are due one "business day" before class starts, meaning I'll just be writing a paper at all times. (And that I'll have to come in on Wednesdays and Fridays, my days off. Sonofabitch.) Every time you talk to me, I'll be writing something. And you know how I hate writing. God how I hate it. Four papers a week is gonna kick my ass. And tomorrow I have to go wait on that reeeeeeally long line to buy my textbook. The one that goes halfway down Lexington Avenue. Because the first paper is due this Monday. Sonofabitch.
Amusingly, the professor is 8 months pregnant, so there is some excitement with the possibility that she could go into labour in the middle of a lecture in October. That would be fun. I was mentally halfway to knitting her a pair of baby booties until I found out about all the papers we'll have to write.
Connectivity: I do have internet access via my phone from this room. Yay.

Music: Tiresome. Too much memorization. But all those years of piano, violin and music theory slowly start to trickle back and shall come in handy. Although my last music lesson was thirteen years ago, so I haven't retained that much. Still.
Professor is a violinist, Seinfeldesque. I believe she even used the phrase "yadda yadda". And the following was amusing: "That guy on PBS all the time... the violinist with the long hair and all the women in ball gowns around him? EWWWW! What IS that? I need to know. Someone explain it to me, 'cause I need to know. What IS that??"
Connectivity: Good signal. Internet access.

Latin: What was I scared of? The professor is one of those mad-hatter types. (My last mad-hatter professor was also in the Classics department. Maybe Classics attract mad-hatter types?) And the pronunciation stuff from high school all comes flooding back. And, yes, he was thrilled with my name.
Connectivity: No signal. But it's okay, I guess I should pay attention in this one anyway.