Another day.
So yes, stuff. I tried Iming Remy and got a message that he's working. I'm confused, he did not knwo about this earlier, what happened? A job type working? Maybe? Or something else? I tried looking in his journal, but nothing was listed. So I guess it happened fast. Or maybe one of the places he interviewed at actually hired him? That would be very cool. We've pretty much reached the end of our meagre funds. It's very sad. So maybe this will continue for a while....
I have a midterm tomorrow. And I get back a test I took a couple weeks ago, to see how well I'm doing in Eng Lit 2. Hopefully, at some point I'll get back the paper I had to write fo rSeafaring. If I have to drop a class this semester, that would have to be it. I like it, but of all of them it does not fit into major or minor requirements, and of all of them I think I'm doing the worst in it. Except fo rperhaps SF, but that's just because I don't have some of the books yet, and because the one we're working on now is frightfully dense. Of course, part of this is my own dumb fault. And I really should not be taking 17 credits my first semester in a new school. I may just have to explain the position to the professor, and hope he's understanding and doesn't hate me. Because later I think I would want to take another of his classes, he is great fun, and I'm enjoying it, just not *getting* it. And that's a problem. And I can't really tell what it is that we're supposed to be learning. It's not like other history classes I've taken in which there are standard texts. I mean there is one, but we rarely use it, instead we read documents from teh eras we're studying, sometimes they really make no sense. I don't know, maybe I get it better than I think.... I hope so.
And then there's the rest of my life, and that just intrudes on everything unasked. How I would love to just live a quiet academic life, no bizarre abnormalities, just nice peace and quiet, no more being compelled to fix everything that goes wrong, except in perhaps intellectual papers or satires or something.... Instead life just gets weirder and weirder, and I never asked for this.
I have a midterm tomorrow. And I get back a test I took a couple weeks ago, to see how well I'm doing in Eng Lit 2. Hopefully, at some point I'll get back the paper I had to write fo rSeafaring. If I have to drop a class this semester, that would have to be it. I like it, but of all of them it does not fit into major or minor requirements, and of all of them I think I'm doing the worst in it. Except fo rperhaps SF, but that's just because I don't have some of the books yet, and because the one we're working on now is frightfully dense. Of course, part of this is my own dumb fault. And I really should not be taking 17 credits my first semester in a new school. I may just have to explain the position to the professor, and hope he's understanding and doesn't hate me. Because later I think I would want to take another of his classes, he is great fun, and I'm enjoying it, just not *getting* it. And that's a problem. And I can't really tell what it is that we're supposed to be learning. It's not like other history classes I've taken in which there are standard texts. I mean there is one, but we rarely use it, instead we read documents from teh eras we're studying, sometimes they really make no sense. I don't know, maybe I get it better than I think.... I hope so.
And then there's the rest of my life, and that just intrudes on everything unasked. How I would love to just live a quiet academic life, no bizarre abnormalities, just nice peace and quiet, no more being compelled to fix everything that goes wrong, except in perhaps intellectual papers or satires or something.... Instead life just gets weirder and weirder, and I never asked for this.
