today started at 6:55 am, when i got up to register for a sophomore seminar for next semester. big competition. lots of pressure. gotta jump in on the server before it gets crowded with everyone else. luckily, last names beginning with s-w were up first. unluckily, i had the wrong password. i tried for forty minutes before i found a secret backdoor into the registration site and got the last spot in the class i wanted, globalization & media.
then it was time for history of jazz at nine, and even though i had been awake for two hours already, i was still late, as usual. so i walk right into a comment about “the midterm.” little late for a midterm, right? well, i thought so, too, and since it’s been put off this long, i think i had just decided that it might never happen. never did i think it would happen this week! yeah, that’s right, on thursday we have our huge exam. not only do i have to know all about the social and racial effects of the slave trade, four or five different musical movements, elements of jazz, the life stories of six different musicians, etc, but we have a listening section (a la high school language classes, such negative de ja vu) and we have to identify soloists, techniques and instruments just by listening! so we have a three hour listening review session tomorrow night, and the exam is the next morning. oh, good, review! but wait, when am i supposed to study if i’m listening to a semester’s worth of jazz for three hours the night before the test?
after class i ran into the registrar to get my real password so i can register for the rest of my classes next week, and then i had fitness at the gym, which sucked b/c i was already drenched from the rain and grumpy from the day. then i dashed to the library to print out the fifty-three page reading assignment for lit & environment. guess i didn’t get to read that before class. not as bad as last week though, when i looked at the syllabus and realized that i didn’t even own the book we were reading for class. minor oversight.
at twelve there was a representative from the institute for study abroad from butler university, which was informative, but stressed me out b/c i’m so nervous about going abroad. still, the rep was really nice and had a lot to say about the support system that ifsa offers american students when they’re studying internationally. she didn’t say anything about literal hand-holding, but it must be available, right?
finally, i got to race back across campus to lit, where i sat at the wobbly desk right in the draft from the door with wet socks for an hour and fifteen minutes. and the cute boy with all the manners who i have a crush on sat all the way across the room. oh, but the highlight of the day was that i passed him at some point during my campus travels, and he was carrying a portfolio. not only is he adorable and handsome, not too tall, and very polite, he’s an artist. well, at least he takes an art class. or knows someone who does. but even if he was just carrying a friend’s case, how chivalrous is that? pretty chivalrous.
work work work. i finished one concert report for jazz this afternoon, and i’m just going to leave the last one until next week. i’m searching for articles to use for my psych paper, but the new york times hasn’t printed anything on the metrosexual recently (we’re on the genes, culture and gender chapter). but i’ll find something, and i’ll write that for friday and get it out of the way so i’ll have plenty of time to study for jazz tomorrow. just how i wanted to spend my wednesday, really.
quote of the day: “dance with me, b/c if you gots the poison, i’ve gots the remedy” – jason mraz
love always, em locke
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