Done, I'm done, and I'm on to the next one
I’ve officially completed my first week of classes this morning at about 11 a.m. Yay! So far I think they’re all going to be good. I need to update my calendar later and stuff so that I have all my test dates written down and important things of that sort, but until then I’m basically golden. The homework load shouldn’t be too terribly much. We’re having a debate soon in Anthro which I’m looking forward to. It’s on FGM. I think that she’s just going to assign us one way or the other what our opinion is. So i’m either going to say that FGM is bad because it hurts the individual and patriarchy is for fools or FGM is good because it’s sometimes chosen by the girl or we can’t impress our morals on others or community standards outweigh the individual. Either way. I’m looking forward to debating a bit. It’s been a while. I apparently decided on Thursday that I’m going to be intelligent in the class and not just sit there. I’m remembering the reason I stuck it out in my terrible anthro course of last semester… i really like anthropology. It makes sense though. Anthropology is like history if history felt it necessary to continually explain what it was trying to do.
I’m also really excited about my art history classes. Being lectured about slide after slide after slide for 6 hours a week is a bit much… but I really love both of the professors a lot. I think that outside of history, I get more information out of the both of them than anyone else on campus. They’re so efficient. And I like learning about art history and it’s cool because I’ve seen a lot of original works we’re covering in my Art History II class so it’s like I have a little bit more information to weigh in about. Janzen apparently tests over the reading in her upper levels. Tsk. What a waste. So that means I’ll be reading the text book. I also might start reading the text for Wood but I’m not positive. She refers back to it a lot. But I’m also as smart as it. As I described something better than the book the other day but clearly hadn’t done the reading. I’m just smart. I’ll read a page and if I feel like I’m being talked down to then I’ll skim from now on. Textbooks are such a waste of time. This is college, bitches. Make us purchase something academic. I love Turabian, I’ll admit it. I wept when I held the 7th edition (lie). But I still think the following analogy applies–College textbooks:Academic Writing::Turabian:Chicago.
I got accepted to that conference to which i submitted an abstract a few weeks ago. Hooray. It’s a good thing since my abstract was pretty weak cos I had no idea what I wanted to write on… nor had I thought about it for months. I had a matter of like 48 hours to figure out what I wanted to do. Anyway, I need to rewatch the Constant Gardener and Blood Diamond. What a wonderful pre-paper conundrum to have.
Kyle surprised me last night. This is a wonderfully romantic story. So I’m online talking to James at like 8 and he asks me what I’m doing when I get off work. Then he suckers me into making plans with him on the grounds that he’ll feed me crab rangoons if i go over there. He says he also might have a surprise for me when I get there. I’m very confused about what the surprise may be. I get bored at work around 9 and start dwelling on the surprise. What could it be? So I figure it’s probably either hibachi shrimp to compliment the crab rangoon sort of or drugs of some sort which would be wonderful. I decide if it’s the shrimp I’ll eat it and if its the drugs i’ll take them. Then I start prying a bit. Because surprises are so much fun! Meanwhile that day, I’ve talked to Kyle several times on the phone. His alleged evening plans were to go out with the debate boys which turned into a party at the TKE house which turned into a party somewhere he didn’t know. I got off work and called him like I always do and he was acting like he wanted to get off the phone… then he was pissy cos I mentioned something … then when he got off the phone he didn’t say i love you. And he knows i hate that. So i’m fuming by the time I get to James’s door. I mean, that kind of fuming that settles down after some crab rangoons but still. I’m pissed. And i texted him to find out why he withheld an i love you. So then i get excited about my surprise again and i go to open james’s door which is locked. This is not that unheard of. James generally doesn’t unlock his door until he has to but when he’s expecting me it’s usually unlocked when i get there. So i knock. The door opens. There are a dozen roses in my face. I freak out internally and am like “WHY IS HE GIVING ME FLOWERS?!” and then I look up and a yankees hat and those beautiful blue eyes which belong to my boyfriend come into focus and I realize it’s Kyle and we stand at the door and kiss all grosslike for a bit and then i go inside for sonic and bully wheat. And I am the happiest little spotless panther in the world this weekend. The roses are beautiful. I’ll take peekchures so y’all can think he’s fantastic.
I love getting flowers.
I get girly.
And sometimes, I just look at the flowers.
And I think about the boy who gave them to me.
And I never forget getting flowers.
Never ever.