Everybody say hi to David

Day 2 of classes went well.

Linguistics from 9:05-9:55. That class looks good: straighforward and very interesting.
Shakespeare at 10:10-11:00. That one looks rough, but also interesting. Brian Fredrickson (from AKPsi) and David Bearl (see also, Amanda Bearl and Lauren Meister) are in there with me, plus a guy I recognized from my other English class.

I was a little worried about taking two English classes at once, but it doesn't look impossible. Tons of reading--and not necessarily easy or interesting reading: reading Shakespeare really, really fast and pages and pages of literary criticism. Eh, I'll live. The part that's going to suck is that both classes have assigned a rather lengthly research paper, and both are due on the same day. So that blows.

Ate lunch with Karli, Mike, Roman and Brady (back from Israel! Yay!). The food was rather gross, as usual, but the company was lovely.

My next class was Drawing at 2:30. I'm excited, but slightly nervous to be taking college art. As Chris never fails to remind me, they'll be judging me now on skills and not effort. The class is like high school drawing in terms of the strict rules, but unlike it in that there's no Mr. Hanson with his crazy assignments and infinite wisdom.

Actually, my professors this semester are all women. Last semester was the opposite. They all seem cool, though. Linguistics is Indira Junhare, this little Indian woman who told us "This is a language class. My language is part of my identity, so if any of you write on your evaluations that you failed this class because you couldn't understand my accent..." English 3001 is the opposite. Sabine Engel is German, and told us she was doing her best to cover up any trace of a German accent (she was doing pretty well, I barely noticed it at first). I like her though, big smile and enthusiastic. My Shakespeare professor is cool, too. I told Danielle to think of Mr. Hasapopolous, then reverse it. Because while Mr. Has was haughty and arrogant about literary criticism, Joanna Klein is quite cynical and it made me giggle. Tracey Goodrich is my drawing teacher--she's cute, shy and mousy with big square plastic glasses and short hair.

Danielle came over to chill and plan for our SPRING BREAK IN BOSTON with Renee. We went and ate real food and I dropped her off at the dreaded Spanish night class.

Last night (and this morning) were spent reading (and falling asleep t0) The Tempest for 3001, helping Karli and Lindsey decide whether to rearrange their room and eating soup in front of the computer.

And though I might expect to get through writing this without being interrupted, I was mistaken. Thank you David, for your distraction.