Classical Update

So, I got into the history class, which I am thoroughly jazzed about. The only problem is that "The Anglo-Saxons," which is the book that I'm currently slogging through in preparation for class each day, is so irredeemably dense that I constantly find myself reading a paragraph, understanding each word individually, but having to reread again to make sure I know what it means as a whole. And, geek that I am, I already have a rough idea of what I want to do for a conference (end-of-semester) project: "The Kings on the Island: The Royal Scots of Iona and their Culture." Yeah, so I'm a nerd. Lay it on me.

That reminds me... I haven't read the Ecclesiastical History yet, and I've got another class tomorrow. Er... I'll get to it in a second. It's only seven PM.I didn't get into the politics class, which is unfortunate but not heartbreaking. Besides, there were an assload of books that probably would have overloaded my already strained bag, and I got into my first second choice, a philosophy course about rationalism and empiricism. If you want dense, talk about dense... I have a feeling I'll be going through those texts with a microscope in one hand and a dictionary in the other.

Still, I'm excited. I like thinking. I like learning, and I think that my brain has had enough of a summer to wallow in, no matter how perfectly delightful that summer was. So, yeah.My third class, and one which I am sinfully excited about, is my First-Year Studies course, which for me is fiction. Writing is my passion, and it says something about that if you consider that I just had my first class - today - and I'm already madly in love with the course.

I love to write. I think about words and I lie awake at night exploring the inner intuition of my characters. I just wrote my first piece, "Memories of a Dream," and if you know anything about my proclivities, you may be able to guess who the main character is based on.Otherwise... I'm settling really well into life at SLC. Truth is, I love it here - it just feels so much like my kind of place, and I've already got a core group of friends. Emily and Markel, my roommates, to start with, and then Steve (who is himself an entire entry, lol) Katie O and Kate, Chet, Amie, and many others. It's just so nice to have a group to march down to Bates at dinnertime and hog an entire table, as authoritatively as if you were upperclassmen and knew everyone, dammit.

I'll definitely be happy to see my family at Christmas, though. My little sister and I have a vast and complicated network of our own stories that are updated daily through email, but it's not the same as telling them. And it'll be fun to see my parents - my guess is that after four months, everybody's willing to forget your irritating little foibles and just be happy to socialize, but after a month, the honeymoon's over and they're ready to pack you back off. ;)

Actually, though, my parents are pretty cool. And I must have mentioned that I love shared iTunes - I desperately need to find a music card now, since I've discovered so many new songs that my little heart desires.

SLC lost power on Saturday afternoon, and it didn't come back on until yesterday (Monday). Yeesh. So, on Saturday night, I went into New York City for the first time ever, with Jasmin, Christina, Lily, Sara, and some other kids that I didn't know at first. It was raining the whole time, we rode the subway to Union Square for dinner and walked to the Village for milkshakes, and it was incredibly cool. I'd never done anything like that before. It was definitely an awesome way to experience the City for the first time, although I have to see what it looks like a) in daytime and b) sans the ever-present rain.

We rode the train back to Bronxville at 12:30 and sloshed back to a depressingly wet and still dark campus, and sleepwalked through the next couple of days, suffering ravenous tech-addict withdrawal symptoms. It was like mother-effin' Christmas when the power (and Internet) came back on, and we all tore onto our respective computers to get our fix. Scary... I swear that the book Feed, by M.T. Anderson, is entirely too eerily accurate.

Other than that... the little things that people complain about, like the food (which isn't bad at all) and the somewhat unorthodox registration procedures (which are cool and unique) don't bother me at all. I guess it's just because I'm so happy to be here and I feel like my life is really beginning. Talk later...