I think Ms. Serowski had the right idea when she said that alcohol might help make our language class better. Mr. Pastille is so strange. I felt like I was in Dead Poets Society or something today. We had to read an essay on how to read poems, and the guy couldn’t even write prose [...]
“If we concede that human life can be governed by reason, the possibility of life is destroyed.” -Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
So far my plan to kick myself in the ass until I talk at least once in every single class is working. Also, Mr. Umphrey is a god. At least, he looks like Zeus, has an incredible voice, and an encyclopedic knowledge of Euclid, which is pretty damn god-like in my book. And after spending [...]
I heart Prince Andrei.
Lesson of the day: Mixed drinks are bad because you can’t taste the alcohol and thus don’t really feel like you’ve been drinking. So you have lots of them. This is bad. Especially when you have to work in the morning.
In keeping with the spirit of generosity floating around the blogs today, I have four gmail invites for anyone who wants them.
One of the things I like most about working at the hotel (yes, I’m still there, I’m doing two nights a week during the school year) is all the different kinds of people I get to talk to. Not the guests really, because usually I don’t get to have in depth conversations with them, but [...]
never knowing who or what you are until you’re living with the unfamiliar
You know what I love about not having class Friday morning? Getting to go to the Double T after Seminar. And making the nerdiest person at the table eat lots of grape jelly.
I think I’m in love. I went to Convocation today and one of the freshmen is from Scotland. I have to track him down and make him talk to me in his sexy sexy accent.
