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05 April 2010 @ 11:11 pm
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14 March 2010 @ 07:15 pm
While every one else at my university is busy studying for finals, I decided that my time would better be spent going to the Emerald City Comic ConCollapse )
Earlier this morning, on my way to my first class, I walked a guy from my dorm to his class so we could share my umbrella. I'd never spoken with him before today, but it turns out we both transferred here this quarter, and he's taking the computer programming class that's a continuation of the one I'm taking now. I left him at his class in a building I'd never been to before, guessed at the direction my class was in, and got there a minute or two later than usual and with one wet shoulder, but having had a nice conversation with a complete stranger.

Later today, I decided I needed a post-lunch snack, and I stopped by one of the little on-campus stores. I was at the front of the line by the time I realized I didn't have enough change, and the girl behind me very sweetly paid the difference for me.

Of course they're unrelated instances, but sometimes it feels like karma's paying you back, and the world's a good place to be.
01 February 2010 @ 07:28 pm
There is something wrong with me.
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28 January 2010 @ 10:44 pm
Swing dance is kind of the best thing ever. I'm taking a lindy hop class as of today (on my busiest day of the week, because I'm so damn good at scheduling things). It's a lot of fun, but spinning around in circles for an hour and a half is tiring.

It's kind of awkward being a follower, because you have to match whatever pace your partner sets, and since we rotated partners every few minutes, that pace changed frequently. I found it interesting that, when the instructors didn't specify exactly where our feet were supposed to be on each step, everyone did things slightly differently - one person would step forward where another would step back, for example.

I also noticed - or more accurately, couldn't help but notice - that there was a very distinct difference in skill levels. I mean, it's a beginner's class and I don't think any of us really knew what we were doing, but there were a few people who had clearly done a bit of swing dancing before, and some people caught on more quickly than others. For example, the leader is supposed to direct the follower with their left hand, which a few of the guys simply did not understand. Some of the guys kind of drifted vaguely around their partner while their left hand barely made contact, and some of them pushed lot harder than was strictly necessary, but most of them were great, or at least as good as could be expected on a first attempt.

Of course, it's also slightly awkward being in such close proximity to complete strangers, but everyone was very friendly, so it wasn't even remotely a big deal. It was a lot of fun, and I don't think my brain is going to stop repeating the footwork for a while.
10 January 2010 @ 03:58 pm
Yes, I have homework, but the bookstore had free cake, and that takes precedence. Maybe I'll be productive later.
07 January 2010 @ 07:55 pm
Today, after spending two and a half hours standing in front of an easel, I decided to go get dinner. And, God help me, I just had to go and order pasta.

The reason for my less-than-positive attitude right now is that the pasta-ordering system is, well, fucked up. It couldn't possibly be less efficient. How it works is, you take a card and check off everything you want on your pasta, then you give that to the cashier and pay. You pay beforehand to keep people from giving up on their meal.

And then you wait.

There's always a cluster of people standing around waiting for pasta, watching the three pans they have going and hoping that one of them might be their order. There's really no way to tell, except by guessing based on what goes into each pan (i.e. "Well, they put meat in that one, so that's not mine.") Eventually, someone will call your name and give you a cardboard box almost-but-not-quite full of pasta. You'll also get at least a little bit of something you didn't order, because even though they cook each pan of pasta separately (so it takes longer, I guess), they stir them all with the same spatula.

When I finally got my pasta today, I'd been standing around and staring at those three pans for a full hour. But they also gave me garlic bread I didn't pay for, so I guess it's not all bad.
05 January 2010 @ 05:13 pm
I've been to all of my classes now, not including the quiz sections that the lecture groups are broken up into. That's something new to me; UP only had the one class that met in the same place and time with the same professor. I've never had to deal with TAs before, so that should be interesting.

My classes are pretty good, although it already seems like they'll be a lot of work. I have to write up a few paragraphs before midnight tonight, and I have to read an essay and two poems and take a trip down to the big reading room before 2:30 tomorrow. I also have to track down a bunch of art supplies sometime tomorrow. But I shall persevere.

The first class I had was computer programming, which I actually had yesterday. I don't really know anything about computer programming, but according to the professor, that shouldn't really be a problem. At the very least, I'm confident that I can do it if I work at it. Also, he compared the difference between most peoples' approach to programming and his approach to the difference between sex and erotica: "They'll wonder, 'Why does it take six weeks to teach these students how to have sex?' Well, if you want them to have the same, sloppy sex you do, it wouldn't."

So that class should be interesting.

That was my only class yesterday; today started out with my English class, which is called "Writers on Writing." The professor's lecture was kind of rambling and unfocused, and my brain inevitably wandered off a couple times, but he was actually interesting to listen to, and funny in a nerdy sort of way. He's the one who's assigned all that homework I talked about above, so this class may take some work, but it's the sort of work I'm used to doing.*

My third class was Intro to Drawing. There was some confusion involved at first, because the number of people who showed up was roughly twice the number of people who'd actually enrolled in the class. (The school website recommends that, if you want to get into a closed class, you should come to the first class and hope somebody drops it.) I was one of the enrolled students, so after I figured out what the big crowd was up to, I just went on in and found a seat. The teacher, who's a nervous graduate student, let three extra students into the class, and immediately afterward, three more students who were enrolled in the class showed up. So it looks like it may be a slightly crowded class. I don't anticipate having a lot of trouble with it, although I do have to deal with a lot more supplies than I'd anticipated. I wish I'd thought to bring my drawing pencils with me, but since I don't really like using them, I left them sitting at home on my desk. Oh well, I'll manage.

The only thing, out of all of these classes, that was really frustrating took place after Intro to Drawing, when the class was cutting out 12" x 14" rectangles of cardboard to make viewfinders. You'd think this would be a pretty simple task, but no. I wanted to scream at people to just give me the damn X-acto knife and I'll do it myself, for Christ's sake. Instead, I quietly interjected every once in a while to tell one girl that she was trying to cut the cardboard with the backside of the knife, or another that she'd measured one side out to be twelve inches and the opposite side to be fourteen. God, people are dumb.

* He's also asked us to spend a few minutes talking out loud about nothing, just to get the feel of the words. I tried it, and the result was mostly profanity. I think I'll take something for my headache and try that again later.
03 January 2010 @ 04:23 pm
Well, I've finally made it to UW. I've got all my stuff set up in my dorm, and I've sought out all the buildings my classes are in, so I know where to go. I only have one class tomorrow, and the only day I have any early classes is Thursday.

I still haven't met my roommate, but there are suitcases in the room, so I imagine she was here at some point while I was gone. I don't want to snoop through her stuff, but I'm trying to figure things out about her based on what she has lying around. For example, Nutri-grain bars don't mean much of anything, but safety goggles might mean she's some kind of science major. But I guess I'll find out when I find out.

I'm trying to think of other things I should mention, but I'm kind of exhausted. I was planning on walking around on my own today to get a bit more acclimated to the area, but I'm so sleepy that I wound up playing around on the computer instead. But, like I said, only one class tomorrow, so I'll have time.

New phenomena:
-Locks on the bathrooms. The dorm I lived in at my old university was girls-only, so we didn't bother. I'm assuming that the reason for the locks is that we don't want the boys in the dorm to get their icky cooties on our girl stuff, and not anything that would make me crazy-paranoid.
-Keys for our mailboxes. My last school used these complicated codes that no one could figure out without the poster nearby to explain them. Having keys is a much better system, I think, but it does give me another key that I'll have to, you know, not lose.
-There's a city here. My old school had an impenetrable barrier of suburbs on one side, and a cliff on the other, so getting anywhere remotely city-like took a while on the bus. Here, there are actually stores and people and things. Weird.

...And I think that's about it.
30 December 2009 @ 06:49 am
I've been lying in bed for about seven hours now, trying to fall asleep, and it's Just Not Happening. Lacking anything else to do, my brain was running over the movie Avatar, and I figured I might as well get on my laptop and write down my thoughts about it. This may be a bit long, but don't worry, it won't spoil anything, because you've already seen the plot in about a thousand other movies.

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Hopefully that was at least somewhat coherent, but like I said, I'm doing this instead of sleeping, so that may be too much to ask for.