I've pretty much had no work for the longest time, yet every night this week I've been up late. I'm not even sure what I do with my time. Certainly, it's nothing of much significance. I must admit though, this semester has been pretty stress-free. Partly because I really do love my professors and I have an awesome schedule. Monday-Thursday, 11:00 to 1:45, and that's it!The earliest I wake up on a weekday is 10:15. I'm hardly ever in class, and my weekends last forever. It's positively wonderful.
Today my culture foundations professor assigned our first paper topics, and I'm so relived. I was thinking analytical writing, research, a lot of time spent in bobst, and a heavy discussion of difficult epics that I didn't read. But instead, I have options like... a photo essay taking pictures of gothic and romanesque architecture in New York City compared to modern structures that have gothic elements. Or, a discussion of Dante's hell juxtaposed with a creative description of how I would design hell. Needless to say, I was pretty happy.
Economics is getting slightly challenging though. It's not hard, per-say, but I just need to take the time to really study the text book and understand the graphs. I can't let myself get behind because I'll need to have an understanding of the basic analytical principles to move forward. But, it's hard to sit and stare at the graphs and try to make sense of them on my own. I get frustrated. It's a lot easier when someone explains it to me and makes it interactive. I don't know why I have trouble understanding graphs, but I do. They're not even that difficult. My professor is a sweetheart, and I swear I get it when she explains it, but then she moves on quickly to another topic and I forget what she's just taught. I used to have the same problem with math. This weekend I need to dedicate sometime to Krugman and his corny textbook examples and explanations because I have some catching up to do. Side note: I've come to the realization that economics is all psychology and the entire subject is predicting what people will do with their money.
My social foundation professor intimidates me. I'm not really sure why, but he does. He's the young, Williamsburg hippster professor with gelled curly hair and probably grades essays while he's high. His jeans are too tight and his chest hair sprawls out of his shirts. He stands leaning slightly to the left, and stares at the class looking for answers like "What is truth?". He gets really philosophical really fast, and sometimes I feel like my brain wants to combust when I'm sitting in his class. But, I guess he's an interesting teacher and medieval political theory and religion is good stuff. I mean, it is good stuff. I really do love the subject. After all, I am a political science major.
Writing is writing. I don't participate as much this semester, but my professor still loves me. I have to finish writing a pretty long paper this weekend. It'll get done. It always does.
Tomorrow I have to go to NYU's all university games. Basically, the different schools of the university verse each other in sporting events. I'm not participating in any events, but I have to be there for student council. Unfortunately, I volunteered myself to bring the free t-shirts that we're giving out over to the gym, so I have to lug this huge box of shirts five or six blocks up. I don't really know what I'm going to do. I tried to bring the box across the park the last night and had to stop and take a break three times. Not to mention, I woke up with my arms sore. And, I have to wait with the shirts for an hour until everyone else gets to the gym. I hate how unorganized we are sometimes.
But, in other news, I'm going on a date tomorrow. It's been a while. I don't often date boys, just kiss them. That sounds perfectly awful, let me rephrase: It's not that I don't want to date boys, I just haven't found the right boys to date. But, I'm excited about tomorrow. It should be fun. It's casual.
Now that I've ranted for the past half an hour, I feel satisfied and sleepy enough to go to bed. Tomorrow will be busy, but the weekend is only hours away...
Today my culture foundations professor assigned our first paper topics, and I'm so relived. I was thinking analytical writing, research, a lot of time spent in bobst, and a heavy discussion of difficult epics that I didn't read. But instead, I have options like... a photo essay taking pictures of gothic and romanesque architecture in New York City compared to modern structures that have gothic elements. Or, a discussion of Dante's hell juxtaposed with a creative description of how I would design hell. Needless to say, I was pretty happy.
Economics is getting slightly challenging though. It's not hard, per-say, but I just need to take the time to really study the text book and understand the graphs. I can't let myself get behind because I'll need to have an understanding of the basic analytical principles to move forward. But, it's hard to sit and stare at the graphs and try to make sense of them on my own. I get frustrated. It's a lot easier when someone explains it to me and makes it interactive. I don't know why I have trouble understanding graphs, but I do. They're not even that difficult. My professor is a sweetheart, and I swear I get it when she explains it, but then she moves on quickly to another topic and I forget what she's just taught. I used to have the same problem with math. This weekend I need to dedicate sometime to Krugman and his corny textbook examples and explanations because I have some catching up to do. Side note: I've come to the realization that economics is all psychology and the entire subject is predicting what people will do with their money.
My social foundation professor intimidates me. I'm not really sure why, but he does. He's the young, Williamsburg hippster professor with gelled curly hair and probably grades essays while he's high. His jeans are too tight and his chest hair sprawls out of his shirts. He stands leaning slightly to the left, and stares at the class looking for answers like "What is truth?". He gets really philosophical really fast, and sometimes I feel like my brain wants to combust when I'm sitting in his class. But, I guess he's an interesting teacher and medieval political theory and religion is good stuff. I mean, it is good stuff. I really do love the subject. After all, I am a political science major.
Writing is writing. I don't participate as much this semester, but my professor still loves me. I have to finish writing a pretty long paper this weekend. It'll get done. It always does.
Tomorrow I have to go to NYU's all university games. Basically, the different schools of the university verse each other in sporting events. I'm not participating in any events, but I have to be there for student council. Unfortunately, I volunteered myself to bring the free t-shirts that we're giving out over to the gym, so I have to lug this huge box of shirts five or six blocks up. I don't really know what I'm going to do. I tried to bring the box across the park the last night and had to stop and take a break three times. Not to mention, I woke up with my arms sore. And, I have to wait with the shirts for an hour until everyone else gets to the gym. I hate how unorganized we are sometimes.
But, in other news, I'm going on a date tomorrow. It's been a while. I don't often date boys, just kiss them. That sounds perfectly awful, let me rephrase: It's not that I don't want to date boys, I just haven't found the right boys to date. But, I'm excited about tomorrow. It should be fun. It's casual.
Now that I've ranted for the past half an hour, I feel satisfied and sleepy enough to go to bed. Tomorrow will be busy, but the weekend is only hours away...
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