12/2

I suddenly understand the downside to not working...




I had to redraw my budget so I can't spend as much as I did, per week, before now.

But... but..

I like nice food...!

12/1

It seems like some days go by without actually happening. I go to update my blog, and a day is just... missing. Where did it even go?

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Anyways, it's December.

11/29

Today is the start of the last full week of classes I'll ever have in a fall semester (at least, here at UF)

I always look forward to the end of the semester, and not just because it means a break is coming on. -- I love ending up in strange places, working to finish papers by strange deadlines (Due Sunday at Noon!), at strange hours of the day and night. I even I love writing ten pages on something I normally wouldn't bother to say one word about.

It's been this way since elementary school, but the only part of school that really gets me down is the fact that you have to go to class. Actually, I don't think I've ever mentioned this to anyone, but that's really the only reason I ended up skipping 4th grade. I felt so uncomfortable with my peers in 2nd grade, that I glued my eyes to my textbooks and finished the books for both the 2nd and 3rd grade in that one year, so in the end there was no choice but to continue putting me with older students.

I can remember the day before Thanksgiving, when most of my class was in some sort of pilgrims-and-indians play, except for me and a handful of others. The few around me were chatting and playing, but I sat off on my own reading a math textbook so I wouldn't have to chitchat.

I don't think I actually hate people, despite what I say. I just don't want to engage in conversation with the majority of them...

So, the week directly after classes, when our job as students becomes "Work on your own on all these projects we gave you," is really wonderful!

11/28

There's something vaguely lonely about returning to an apartment you've been gone from for a week or so.

You open the door and everything's dark, and it smells stale like some sort of horrible hotel.

You go to your room, and even that has taken on a damp smell you don't remember from before.

Actually, is this the way your apartment always smells, but you don't notice it?

And all your notable belongings are in your bags, so your room's so empty...

11/27

I think most low-level college classes take themselves too seriously. And why not? They're intended for hundreds of frightened freshmen who don't know any better, right?

They'll spend more time explaining why their subject is important, than information about the subject itself.

Or, they'll spend an entire class period warning about how strict the grading system for this class is, and why slacking off isn't advisable. (But, inevitably, the last few weeks of class will bring tons of extra credit opportunities, and the tests will be graded with a very loose hand.)

I've put off taking Japanese Culture since freshman year, and now, taking it as a senior, it just seems so silly.

I'm filling out applications for jobs overseas, and you want me to read 40 pages of nonsense because there may or may not be a pop quiz?

Might have worked on me four years ago, but it's too late, now.

Sorry, freshman classes! But I refuse to waste my time with you, when I know I can get a B+ without trying.