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Apr. 30th, 2001
astronomy class induces panic attacks
Apr. 30th, 2001 11:23 amI've discovered I learn a lot more about astronomy when I don't go to class. It's less frightening this way too, and I don't become sleepy when the professor turns the lights off in the lecture hall. Hurrah for internet notes, and textbooks. If only all my science could be this way.
However working in the UGL library lab is not my favorite way to do this. I suppose I get lots done though.
Government lecture today was excellent. It's pleasant to have a good instructor and interesting lectures. Usually these required classes are so dry and dull. This time I feel like I've learned a great deal about foreign policy, both the theorectical and the practical. I'm actually even looking forward to writing my final essay exam.
However working in the UGL library lab is not my favorite way to do this. I suppose I get lots done though.
Government lecture today was excellent. It's pleasant to have a good instructor and interesting lectures. Usually these required classes are so dry and dull. This time I feel like I've learned a great deal about foreign policy, both the theorectical and the practical. I'm actually even looking forward to writing my final essay exam.
no donughts for me
Apr. 30th, 2001 05:20 pmRan errands this afternoon. While my car was being inspected, I saw an ambulance, several police cars, a fire truck and another emergency vehicle scream past on the access road of 183. When I left the auto place, I drove down the road to the highway entrance ramp. I was thinking of stopping and buying some donughts to share with my roommates. However, this didn't happen as the Dunkin Donughts parking lot was crammed with police cars, ambulances, etc. I'm not quite sure what happened, but from the scene it looked like someone had crashed into the wall on 183 just past Oak Knoll, rolled across the access road & wound up in front of the Dunkin Donughts. The car was perched on the railing on the edge of the narrow drive-through lane and facing the wrong way. Cars were pulled over everywhere. Must have been a spectacular accident, I'm so glad I missed it and the donughts. (If you are familiar with the area, you can perhaps picture what a bizarre and scary accident this must have been)
Tonight I think I will study lots of Czech, and perhaps a little government. Maybe look up some more astronomy. This last week of school is crammed with stuff to do. Exams in every class. At least I recited my Czech rhyme today quite well. Professor P. told us many wonderful stories that I may have to write up here later. They are probably so exciting only to me. But she really is an amazing woman, and I think one day I will write a book about her.
Tonight I think I will study lots of Czech, and perhaps a little government. Maybe look up some more astronomy. This last week of school is crammed with stuff to do. Exams in every class. At least I recited my Czech rhyme today quite well. Professor P. told us many wonderful stories that I may have to write up here later. They are probably so exciting only to me. But she really is an amazing woman, and I think one day I will write a book about her.
spark brain
Apr. 30th, 2001 11:30 pmMy head aches. My roommate insists on turning the AC on. It's 72 outside. Weirdo.
I wish I was doing something fun, something stimulating, something exciting. I wish I was learning from something tonight. Perhaps my real dissatisfaction with my life is that I feel like I don't have the opportunity to be around intelligent people having intelligent discussions in a reasonable, interesting manner. It's why I like school. I can visit my professors and talk about the American educational system, literature, politics, squirrels, etc. It's like pulling teeth sometimes to get my peers to have such discussions. It happens sometimes, but not enough. I feel starved sometimes for intellectual content. Perhaps that is why I like to read the journals of so many writers and other fascinating people on Livejournal. I hear another voice, another set of ideas, something new. A world I've never seen. I don't feel like I grow enough, or that I get challenged seriously. I want to learn. Feed my brain.
I'm thinking I should move my computer back into my bedroom soon. Sitting out here listening to the television is hardly inspiring, especially when someone is watching something incredibly boring. Maybe I'm just still uncomfortable in this space that is not totally my own. It still bothers me.
To bed I go. Hopefully to pleasant dreams about squirrels and professors and Russian literature. No more nightmares. I slept quite poorly last night, who knows why. I should change my sheets. The blue ones are not nearly so comfortable as the red ones. I want more sheets like these, so soft and wonderful. Why must sheets be so expensive?
I wish I was doing something fun, something stimulating, something exciting. I wish I was learning from something tonight. Perhaps my real dissatisfaction with my life is that I feel like I don't have the opportunity to be around intelligent people having intelligent discussions in a reasonable, interesting manner. It's why I like school. I can visit my professors and talk about the American educational system, literature, politics, squirrels, etc. It's like pulling teeth sometimes to get my peers to have such discussions. It happens sometimes, but not enough. I feel starved sometimes for intellectual content. Perhaps that is why I like to read the journals of so many writers and other fascinating people on Livejournal. I hear another voice, another set of ideas, something new. A world I've never seen. I don't feel like I grow enough, or that I get challenged seriously. I want to learn. Feed my brain.
I'm thinking I should move my computer back into my bedroom soon. Sitting out here listening to the television is hardly inspiring, especially when someone is watching something incredibly boring. Maybe I'm just still uncomfortable in this space that is not totally my own. It still bothers me.
To bed I go. Hopefully to pleasant dreams about squirrels and professors and Russian literature. No more nightmares. I slept quite poorly last night, who knows why. I should change my sheets. The blue ones are not nearly so comfortable as the red ones. I want more sheets like these, so soft and wonderful. Why must sheets be so expensive?
