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Come back to the raft, Huck honey
Aug. 29th, 2005 05:23 pmClasses started today. I had four of the damn things.
Got up at 10 and again at 10 after 10, took a shower and made the room smell like peppermint patties with my magic crazy soap. Dr. Bronner is a good man. Was a good man. I feel so squeaky-clean and happy and ready to go.
First class was Intro to Literary Analysis, and that was fun. The prof is an older guy, Professor Holder. He told an amusing story about how a student of his once submitted a prank article to a literary magazine; the article was entitled "Come Back to the Raft, Huck Honey" and was about how all great American literature stemmed from homosexual longings of white men for black men. (I'm not arguing with this. Interracial gay literature is teh hawt, in my educated opinion.) A few years later, he found a prof on campus who had found the article, loved it, and was teaching it to his students.
Second class was Intro to Psych. The teacher handed out little "How much do you know about psychology?" quizzes. One of the questions was, "Studies have shown that people tend to be attracted to mates and friends with similar traits. The old adage "Birds of a feather flock together" holds true." I looked over at my seatmate's sheet, and noted that on hers, the question was, "Studies have shown that people tend to be attracted to mates and friends with different traits. The old adage "Opposites attract" holds true." The question part of this was, "Are you surprised? Why or why not?" The prof asked us what we thought was interesting about the quizzes. I pointed out the discrepancy in the papers. She told me that in the 25 years she'd taught, I was the first person to realize that before she told the class about it. I can't totally believe that's true, but it's nice to feel that clever.
Third class was Fantasy and Science Fiction. Woo! I'm going to ace this one, I know. The first book we're doing is "Fellowship of the Ring," which is the only LotR book I ever got all the way through. Started re-reading it at lunch today. I love the sense of impending danger and eventfulness. It's like when you see a storm coming. Anyway, I was surrounded by cute geekboys who pulled out duct-taped copies of "Fellowship" and immediately started geeking out on each other. Even though I couldn't get as enthusiastic as they were about this book, it still did my heart good to hear geek talk. I almost started flirting with the boy who sat to the right of me. I think my dormant heterosexual mate-finding impulses just zero in on geek guys. (Didn't hurt that he was pretty cute. Looked a little like Cillian Murphy with a terrible haircut.) I must watch myself. Must make sure that they accept me as a geek and not a girl, 'cause I hate it when people do that. One of the assignments is going to be writing a short science fiction story or one-act play. :rubs hands:
Last class of the day was German. German is FUN. We learned to count. Null! EINS! SVEI! DREI! FEUR! German is a great language for bellowing at people authoritatively with. :salutes: I wanted to take Latin, which is a great language for quipping drily with ala Aloysius Pendergast or Edwardian Oxford dons, but they didn't offer it last semester. Someday I will learn Sumerian and be able to control reality. At least by the end of the semester I will be able to write convincing "alternate universe where the Nazis won World War II" stories. The teacher, Frau Lein (not kidding) said that she thought I'd be a good student. I will, too. Learning new languages is fun.
Something tells me that my brain is going to concentrate on the drabbles for the next week or so. I've decided to finish those, then hold off on any fanfiction for a while until I write one new poem and one new short story. Let the fields lie fallow for a while. I haven't been writing enough original stuff, and I feel really bad about it.
Got up at 10 and again at 10 after 10, took a shower and made the room smell like peppermint patties with my magic crazy soap. Dr. Bronner is a good man. Was a good man. I feel so squeaky-clean and happy and ready to go.
First class was Intro to Literary Analysis, and that was fun. The prof is an older guy, Professor Holder. He told an amusing story about how a student of his once submitted a prank article to a literary magazine; the article was entitled "Come Back to the Raft, Huck Honey" and was about how all great American literature stemmed from homosexual longings of white men for black men. (I'm not arguing with this. Interracial gay literature is teh hawt, in my educated opinion.) A few years later, he found a prof on campus who had found the article, loved it, and was teaching it to his students.
Second class was Intro to Psych. The teacher handed out little "How much do you know about psychology?" quizzes. One of the questions was, "Studies have shown that people tend to be attracted to mates and friends with similar traits. The old adage "Birds of a feather flock together" holds true." I looked over at my seatmate's sheet, and noted that on hers, the question was, "Studies have shown that people tend to be attracted to mates and friends with different traits. The old adage "Opposites attract" holds true." The question part of this was, "Are you surprised? Why or why not?" The prof asked us what we thought was interesting about the quizzes. I pointed out the discrepancy in the papers. She told me that in the 25 years she'd taught, I was the first person to realize that before she told the class about it. I can't totally believe that's true, but it's nice to feel that clever.
Third class was Fantasy and Science Fiction. Woo! I'm going to ace this one, I know. The first book we're doing is "Fellowship of the Ring," which is the only LotR book I ever got all the way through. Started re-reading it at lunch today. I love the sense of impending danger and eventfulness. It's like when you see a storm coming. Anyway, I was surrounded by cute geekboys who pulled out duct-taped copies of "Fellowship" and immediately started geeking out on each other. Even though I couldn't get as enthusiastic as they were about this book, it still did my heart good to hear geek talk. I almost started flirting with the boy who sat to the right of me. I think my dormant heterosexual mate-finding impulses just zero in on geek guys. (Didn't hurt that he was pretty cute. Looked a little like Cillian Murphy with a terrible haircut.) I must watch myself. Must make sure that they accept me as a geek and not a girl, 'cause I hate it when people do that. One of the assignments is going to be writing a short science fiction story or one-act play. :rubs hands:
Last class of the day was German. German is FUN. We learned to count. Null! EINS! SVEI! DREI! FEUR! German is a great language for bellowing at people authoritatively with. :salutes: I wanted to take Latin, which is a great language for quipping drily with ala Aloysius Pendergast or Edwardian Oxford dons, but they didn't offer it last semester. Someday I will learn Sumerian and be able to control reality. At least by the end of the semester I will be able to write convincing "alternate universe where the Nazis won World War II" stories. The teacher, Frau Lein (not kidding) said that she thought I'd be a good student. I will, too. Learning new languages is fun.
Something tells me that my brain is going to concentrate on the drabbles for the next week or so. I've decided to finish those, then hold off on any fanfiction for a while until I write one new poem and one new short story. Let the fields lie fallow for a while. I haven't been writing enough original stuff, and I feel really bad about it.
