I am happy. I'm delightfully, bouncing around with
happy.
So, I went to sleep at 9am yesterday and woke up at 9pm. Goal was to push myself late so that I would actually maybe be to my 11am class, which I had missed the last erm... three classes of >>; I did see one of the other kids from the class on Friday when I had an impromptu trip to campus after going to Applebees with Josh, and he told me that our geography test was Thursday (today).
Basically I played FFXI from 9pm to about 6am wherein I started studying for the geography test (to keep it fresh in my mind). Highlighted all over my atlas that I got for freshmen year's Representing the World lol.
Cleaned off my car around 7:30-8am-ish. Initially I planned to just turn it on and heat it up, come back inside and then clean it later, but just
getting to my car without killing myself and ending up in a snowbank (I almost did that anyway), I had to for once shovel out my steps and a bit around my car, and by that point I just full-out attacked my car.
Screw those brush things. The best way to clean my car off is flailing my arms at it. ...No really, it actually worked pretty good, and since I didn't have to leave asap, I could come back inside and let my jacket dry off.
Did more geography stuff. Had to find half the stuff (Russia and surrounding area stuff). Then I hightailed it to campus with the idea of seeing Strokanov before he went to teach his 9:30 class and speak to him about missing classes. I got to campus at about 9:20. Yeah. At that point I wouldn't be able to get him, so I abandoned that plan and went to bug the English department. Bugged Chandler for a good period of time; I had already emailed him at like... 5am my plan for his portfolio/thesis class, so we chatted about that and some other stuff.
Then I finally left him alone and plopped into a bench near the snack bar and GASP, went back to geography.
CUPATSYK, dudes. Twitter and plurk probably WTFed at that. It was my method to remember all the damn mountain ranges. From left to right... more or less.
But we didn't have the test today.We were all a bit flabbergasted. He forgot. We even actually tried to ask him but Strokanov is a man that can barrel on, so he barreled right into his lecture and we were all like "....okay.... maybe he's saving it for... later?" But we saw the time dwindle down and we were hardly going to interrupt his flow. So by the end he was kind of like "oops." I ACTUALLY WAS READY TO TAKE IT I THINK. Oh well, Tuesday.
I think he also forgot that I missed the past three classes. He remembered I missed Tuesday! But last week? Didn't seem to. So I just didn't mention it lol.
Then I headed back to the English department because I'd been trying to catch Dan, since I had missed the past two Critic classes :D; YEAH IT'S KINDA BEEN A BAD START OKAY. He... wasn't around at the time, BUT RICHARD. RICHARD WAS (I missed his Monday class LOL). Richard doesn't have office hours on Thursday. He's not on campus Thursdays. So this was like... awesome.
He discussed Monday's class with me, then we talked about my incomplete for one of his classes last semester, then we talked about incompletes in general
and we kind of talked about Red :D; "You probably will graduate in shorter time than Tom at least..." "Yeah, there's that." and just stuff. IDK how long we talked. I stopped 'cause there was someone else lurking that wanted to bug him. Soooo I shuffled off, and lo-and-behold, Dan's office was open.
But no Dan :| I waited around in his doorway for him, staring at a clementine that was in his candy dish. Generally anything in that dish is for the taking but I wasn't sure... He came by, let me have the clementine, and we talked (my third English teacher who I
talked for eons with).
Now see, Dan is the head of the journalism stuff. He's the teacher connected to the campus newspaper, The Critic. I hate writing news. Hatehatehate it. I spoke with him last semester of the possibility of a creative writing section, which had sparked my interest, but I couldn't do it at the time. So thought about it this semester, buuuuut.... it really wasn't settling with me, still. And the class that focuses on The Critic (you don't have to take the class to work on it, but you get credits for the class lol) starts at 6pm Thursdays and ends when the layout is fucking done (this can take awhile). It's annoying and tedious and I just can't seem to like it.
So, Dan starts saying, "Now here's something you might be interested in..." and I'm expecting it to be some different section in The Critic that I'd still begrudge in some way (Dan does know completely my stance on working on The Critic lol). Instead, he mentions a group of students working on a yearbook. There hasn't been an LSC yearbook in a really, really long time, but it's the school's 100th birthday, so they thought it'd be cool. It's 72-pages and Jostens is doing the printing and the most writing I'd probably be doing is profiling students from the 50s to what they are now. I can do that. That's actually kind of cool.
Some of it will probably be busywork but... I
that kind of busywork I can do and oddly enjoy; it's like updating the lists of Paixao - sort of background stuff that flows easily for me. I'm actually pretty damn interested in working on it. I'm strangely excited for it. \o/
AND to put icing on the cake... I don't have to go to The Critic's 6pm meetings. I'll prob meet with the main person sometime on Monday - alas, the full group meets 3:30 on Monday and
I have class, lol.
But it's just.... nrrrrrg. I love the English department. I'll probably never stop saying that :)
I DON'T HAVE TO WORK ON THE CRITIC
. OMG. FOR ONCE THERE IS NOT JUST THE CRITIC
FOR THE WRITING AND PUBLICATIONS CLASS. BEST. DAY. EVER.*oozes everywhere*
Now to continue my productivity streak and go pay my Charter bill. Eheh.
THEN MY ENERGY WILL BE SPENT PLAYING DANCE CENTRAL. FTW.