An update on why I love my life.
Jan. 13th, 2010 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lesmisloonySo far this semester is absolutely amazing. I have one class on Mondays, which is at 2:00, two classes on Tuesdays (12:30 and 3:30), and then I add a class at 3:00 to Wednesdays and a recitation at 5:00 to Thursdays. And there's nothing on Friday. NOTHING.
I'm unofficially in a single room, so I stay up late watching things like Secret Diary of a Call Girl or just listening to my iTunes, and then I sleep in as late as I want without hearing feet shuffle or keyboard keys or the fridge door squeaking open. In fact, I've got my own fridge, and it's crammed full of yoghurt, skim milk, cheese, hot dogs, those amazing Deli Creations flatbread things, and, of course, ranch dressing. All the essentials.
My room is also organised awesomely such that I have an open space right under the disco ball. I call it my dance floor, and last night all of my favourite people on the hall convened for a dance party that lasted at least an hour. It was exhausting and wonderful. My favourite part was when we all belted Assasymphonie and Kat came running in pretending to slit her wrists with a paintbrush (in lieu of a baton). Then I pretended to be one of those blindfolded flail-y dancers for a while behind her. It was good times. Oh, wait, my other favourite part was when Kat and Leigh each took the dance party up a level, literally, by climbing up on to the empty bed and doing a series of bizarre dances that were hilarious and mortifying. Or when Kelley came in and calmly munched an apple while the rest of us spazzed out. Anna and I bonded over not knowing any songs until we hear the refrain and Sarah O impressed us all by apparently knowing every song ever. And Asian Becca dancing with Anna is simultaneously one of the cutest and most unsettling things I've ever seen. R.A. Becca even joined us briefly, but then she slumped away to do homework. Oh, and Tara discovered her latent DJ skillz! Except one dance party will get Bad Romance stuck in your head for the rest of your life. Also, my adorable little rug (which has giant water stains on the bottom for which I was certainly not responsible--this is my not funny face) managed to migrate halfway across the room due to the dancing.
I also have this little space behind my dressers and under the empty bed that is really fun to crawl into. All the cool kids are doing it. So much fun. And so pointless.
Also! Tara, Leigh, and Kelley all watched Doctor Who over the break, so now people are actually noticing that I spend about a third of any conversation quoting and making references to Doctor Who. It's always a little surprising (and delightful!) to hear someone actually laugh or say "I see what you did there!" after I mumble "Trust me on this," or "Chan, is this a tradition amongst your people, tho?" Or whatever.
As for the actual school part of school, I've only been to three classes so far.
One is a Global Issues class whose professor seems like one of those people who grow great vegetables and wears toe socks around the house. The first day was learning about how Disney is a terrible douchebag company that exploits Haitians. I'm so worried that this class will turn me off of WalMart. I know WalMart is evil, but it's also where I get all of my food and most of my clothes! I need it in my life. Don't take it from me, Global Issues Class.
I also have two French classes. My French pronunciation class is with this amazing old guy who got a doctorate at Harvard and speaks three languages. I had him for history of the French language last year, and I'm genuinely only taking this class because he's teaching it. And I recognised several people who were in my class last year who were coming back for the same reason. He's adorable. He's also the one who told me Victor Hugo thought they were going to rename Paris "Hugo, France." I haven't heard that anywhere else, but I choose to believe it. Ol' Vic's ego is legendary. It just makes sense. Also, I love this professor. He shuffles around the classroom bumping into desks, but he makes jokes under his breath and you just know he's an absolute genius. As for my other French class, it's taught by one of the heads of the French department, and she speaks VERY QUICKLY. It's about francophone Africa, which isn't exactly my cup of tea, but we get to read a book called "Tintin au Congo" for class Friday and just by the cover it looks delightfully un-PC.
So that's school so far! I've already spent a lot of time lying across the futon showing clips of things to my friends. And Kelley and I have made a pact to watch Ruby in the Smoke and Shadow in the North at some point this week. We gotta get our Matt Smith love ready for series five!
I'm unofficially in a single room, so I stay up late watching things like Secret Diary of a Call Girl or just listening to my iTunes, and then I sleep in as late as I want without hearing feet shuffle or keyboard keys or the fridge door squeaking open. In fact, I've got my own fridge, and it's crammed full of yoghurt, skim milk, cheese, hot dogs, those amazing Deli Creations flatbread things, and, of course, ranch dressing. All the essentials.
My room is also organised awesomely such that I have an open space right under the disco ball. I call it my dance floor, and last night all of my favourite people on the hall convened for a dance party that lasted at least an hour. It was exhausting and wonderful. My favourite part was when we all belted Assasymphonie and Kat came running in pretending to slit her wrists with a paintbrush (in lieu of a baton). Then I pretended to be one of those blindfolded flail-y dancers for a while behind her. It was good times. Oh, wait, my other favourite part was when Kat and Leigh each took the dance party up a level, literally, by climbing up on to the empty bed and doing a series of bizarre dances that were hilarious and mortifying. Or when Kelley came in and calmly munched an apple while the rest of us spazzed out. Anna and I bonded over not knowing any songs until we hear the refrain and Sarah O impressed us all by apparently knowing every song ever. And Asian Becca dancing with Anna is simultaneously one of the cutest and most unsettling things I've ever seen. R.A. Becca even joined us briefly, but then she slumped away to do homework. Oh, and Tara discovered her latent DJ skillz! Except one dance party will get Bad Romance stuck in your head for the rest of your life. Also, my adorable little rug (which has giant water stains on the bottom for which I was certainly not responsible--this is my not funny face) managed to migrate halfway across the room due to the dancing.
I also have this little space behind my dressers and under the empty bed that is really fun to crawl into. All the cool kids are doing it. So much fun. And so pointless.
Also! Tara, Leigh, and Kelley all watched Doctor Who over the break, so now people are actually noticing that I spend about a third of any conversation quoting and making references to Doctor Who. It's always a little surprising (and delightful!) to hear someone actually laugh or say "I see what you did there!" after I mumble "Trust me on this," or "Chan, is this a tradition amongst your people, tho?" Or whatever.
As for the actual school part of school, I've only been to three classes so far.
One is a Global Issues class whose professor seems like one of those people who grow great vegetables and wears toe socks around the house. The first day was learning about how Disney is a terrible douchebag company that exploits Haitians. I'm so worried that this class will turn me off of WalMart. I know WalMart is evil, but it's also where I get all of my food and most of my clothes! I need it in my life. Don't take it from me, Global Issues Class.
I also have two French classes. My French pronunciation class is with this amazing old guy who got a doctorate at Harvard and speaks three languages. I had him for history of the French language last year, and I'm genuinely only taking this class because he's teaching it. And I recognised several people who were in my class last year who were coming back for the same reason. He's adorable. He's also the one who told me Victor Hugo thought they were going to rename Paris "Hugo, France." I haven't heard that anywhere else, but I choose to believe it. Ol' Vic's ego is legendary. It just makes sense. Also, I love this professor. He shuffles around the classroom bumping into desks, but he makes jokes under his breath and you just know he's an absolute genius. As for my other French class, it's taught by one of the heads of the French department, and she speaks VERY QUICKLY. It's about francophone Africa, which isn't exactly my cup of tea, but we get to read a book called "Tintin au Congo" for class Friday and just by the cover it looks delightfully un-PC.
So that's school so far! I've already spent a lot of time lying across the futon showing clips of things to my friends. And Kelley and I have made a pact to watch Ruby in the Smoke and Shadow in the North at some point this week. We gotta get our Matt Smith love ready for series five!
