I wasn't ready for this next semester.
I wanted to stay at home with my comfy bed and run out to art museums and the theater to see people and art and movies because I could.
I wanted to sleep till 12 and roll out of bed and drink the expensive lactose-free milk my mommy bought just for me and eat delicious, fresh, home-cooked meals.
But I'm here.
And I'll live.
I still forget that I don't have braces sometimes and I'm quick to slip my lips over my teeth after smiling and laughing. And then I remember they're not there anymore and I don't have to feel so self-concious anymore.
But today was a good day.
My honors financial accounting professor is a lovely man. He remembered everyone's (like a class of 25 of so?) name after he greeted us in the doorway, and he's from AUSTRALIA so he has this AWESOME accent. I'm excited. Even if it is accounting.
D270 is Global Business Environments (intro to international business basically). It seems alright. It's a crowded classroom of 120+ and it's dim and my eyes drooped a bit during that 75 minute class. Can't you make the introduction to international business just a bit more exciting?
I decided I would attend the honors 'Meaningful Writing' intro to reading and writing poetry class that I'm still on the waitlist for. I chose it because the professor gave straight A+'s for basically everyone in the grade distributions I looked at for the past several years. That's a bad reason. But what a funny man. He was quite old and hunched over, but he had brilliant white locks and a greyish-whiteish mustache and brows that looked like little tufts over his eyes that came together and nearly hid his eyes entirely when he expressed frustration. IT WAS SO FUNNY.
Although I don't think I'll remain in the class. It seems like a ton of work and I think I would prefer literature over poetry. I should probably decide that soon.
On another note. There's a cute guy in
On ANOTHER note, many of the trees here do this thing where they shed their bark in the winter and reveal this beautiful white underneath, from the top of the tree to the bottom, from the trunk through each of the little branches. It's beautiful and I finally got a picture of it, although it's not the best picture, it'll do :) (I HOPE YOU CAN TELL)
THE END.
01.13.2014

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