The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.
- A.A. Milne
I overslept and missed my first class so I shall use this opportunity to do what I always do, talk about my classes.
I had 17 credits this semester but I just dropped a class so now I'm down to 14. This semester is pretty much just catching up on requirements.
On Mondays and Thursdays, I have Earth Environments at 10:50. This class seems exactly like my 9th grade science class. The professor is married to my fourth grade teacher. It's like a timewarp. That's the one I missed this morning.
I also have Intro to Communication at 12:15. This is a requirement so I don't really care. I'm trying to see if I can avoid buying the book at all. It's going well so far. I just wrote a min 2 page paper last night that turned into 4 pages.
After that I had a French class. I dropped it. Gasster taught it, not Pichot and her idea of contemporary Francophone literature was African colonization books from the fifties to the eighties. It was horrible. Plus the books were very difficult.
Then tonight I have Image Editing. It's my only fun class. It is way too easy. During the first class, we changed a picture to grayscale! And that was our assignment.
Tuesdays, I have Humanities at 8am. I have it with McMillan who is pretty much the easiest prof at AQ. This is another required class. It's actually a sophomore required class that I didn't take last year because of stupid France.
Then I have my lab at 1:40. He says we'll watch movies and walk along streams. That's as hard as that class gets really. The walking.
Tuesday nights I have my first quad. It's Theology of Christian Marriage and it is with the hardest theo prof. Yay for me. It runs from 6:30-10:30. My first paper, due tomorrow, is supposed to be 5 pages of what I expect marriage to be like. It is going to be a lot of blabbing.
Wednesdays I don't have any classes. I just work.
Thursdays are just like Mondays except I don't have Theology.
And on Friday, all I have is Humanities and then I work.
I work on Tuesdays and Thursdays too.
So yeah. This semester sucks. I have to give two TAPED speeches eventually in my communication class. It shouldn't be too bad. It is a required course so most people should be able to get As.
I'm going to go try to find clothes now. I love you all.
P.S. Nick's grandmother isn't doing very well. Please think happy thoughts for her. Thanks.
I can't wait until I'm 21. Then I'll be a real adult and get to go to any concert. I'll be past all stupid age limits. Ha ha, world, I scoff at your attempts to foil my plans!
I should go to bed now. It's actually almost 3. Not 7.
It was on the corner of E Beltline and Burton. It looked exactly like those stupid pictures and videos except its tail was brown and not cross-hatched. He was hanging out in a ditch on the side of the road by some marshy area.
Hannah says the government discovered that I was on to them and sent a robot to convince me.
I think she's right.
P.S. Changed my background. It's a picture I took in Venice. Sigh. I miss Europe.
A STORY!
I took my first ride from a stranger. It was like inadvertent hitchhiking.
I was on the bus and it started sprinkling a little bit and then, out of nowhere, POURED. I got off the bus and the driver suggested I take a schedule to use as a makeshift umbrella. I did. I walked five steps and my pants were soaked. I don't even know what my backpack is like, I should probably go air it out.
I got to E Beltline and the light just turned red so I had to wait. I was standing in the rain for maybe 15 seconds when a car pulled up and the driver started talking to me. It was a kind of old car and there were two kids in the back. He asked me how far I had to go, I said only down E Beltline. He offered me a ride and I accepted.
Maybe only Kelly will understand why I did this. It was raining, I was soaked, wearing a very light tank top and jeans, the light was red, I still had 479 yards to walk (1,437 feet) and I did not get any apprehensive/creepy feelings at all. Which is unusual for me because I worry about everything. He had two kids in the backseat, I had my cell phone and plenty of heavy books with which to whack him.
I got home fine and was filled with warm fuzzies about very kind people. People rock, the world is good, the end.
Now I have to wait until Nick gets home to get lectured.
I love you all.
P.S. I also have been overpaying for my bus rides and the bus driver was kind enough to point it out. She said that AQ students only pay 40 cents and the 10-ride card is basically 80 cents a ride. I only had a ten dollar bill so she said I can just pay twice tomorrow instead of overpaying. People are awesome!
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2007 19 August :: 1.35am
:: Music: Regina Spektor
Fotografia, Uniwersytet, Spac.
I never realized how uncomfortable this little box is to type in. It's shoved to the bottom left corner and no more than an inch and half high. The white background is pretty depressing too. I guess it's the perfect atmosphere for sappy Internet blogging.
There are a lot of things I want to do with my life. I wonder about if I'm doing them. I feel like I'm trying hard, but not making it very far. Why am I going to Alma College? I have proved that I'm a city person. I'm a street photographer. I'm going to a school with an excellent photography program.. but the school is in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of Michigan, to be exact. Not that Michigan is nothing. I have grown very fond of my state over the last year. But after living a year in Warsaw, I simply won't survive long in a small town.
It's money. It's all about money. If I had money I would drop Alma and go to study at Griffith University in Brisbane, Australia. If I had money I would buy a decent camera and photoshop. I don't have a camera right now. Can you believe that? I have this feeling of hopelessness without it.. this nothingless. When I was in the UP this weekend, my camera broke. I can't afford a new one. I want a nice one though, not just another digital camera every tourist or mom has. Sometimes I wonder who I'm kidding though. I don't know a damn thing about photoshop, about aperature or other camera technicalities. I feel like I know little more than the average photo taker. I guess that's not important though. What's important is that I take photos because I love to do it. I get frustrated, though, when I think my photo could be so much more, but my camera makes it look pixely or ruins the colors. I try to convince myself it will be better when I start college because I can get a job and save up for things like a nice camera, lenses, and I'll be taking classes to learn all of the ins and outs of photography and exercise my ability. But it's difficult to take a photography course with no camera. And it's difficult to get a camera when you owe the school $1,200 before you can even start classes and I've got less than half of that in my bank account. All I can do is rely on my parents once again, even though they can't spare the money. It only adds to the amount that I owe them. Maybe you shouldn't owe your parents, but I know they don't have much more money than I do, so I feel obligated.
I've been thinking about Poland a lot lately. I always think about Poland. Why is it that life works out in almost painfully ironic ways? My best friend is in Hungary. I know a language that will probably never help me in Alma, MI. My camera breaks a week before I start photography classes. Heh. All I can do is laugh about it. I accept that I need to work harder having circumstances like this.. most of the people I love the very most are all around the world. I will probably only see a few of them ever again, and then maybe only once more. And I know that I'm going to meet many more people that I will cherish.. and never see again. It's something I accept in traveling though.
I wish I could study in Australia. I really want that the most. I wish that the school would be more helpful to me and I wish I knew what my plan was for even the next year, let alone the next four years.
Perhaps I'm complaining. But who looks at this anyway?
God I hate money.
Justine.. you take really beautiful photographs. They make me feel everything at once.
