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Sunday, January 29, 2006

Loneliness is a high price to pay for independence.

 


Wednesday, January 25, 2006

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Bizet: Carmen
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The history department is flippin' awesome at this school.

There was a history get-together tonight at the Vosmeier home this evening, and it was absolutely lovely.  I arrived late (for once Mr. Ward actually rehearsed longer than an hour) but I still got some Chinese food, and it's just so much fun to talk to some of those guys out of class. 

Amanda, Lisa and I had a nice long chat with Dr. Thornton about beer.  It was delightful.  We were mostly looking for a way to get Dr. Curtis to be a little bit more cooperative in our historical research class, and Curtis had told us to talk to Thornton if we wanted advice on what would make him cooperate.  Curtis had actually told us that he liked extra stout Guiness beer, but when we told Thornton that he was shocked, because of all the times they've drank together, Curtis hasn't really been that fond of Guiness.  We're starting to think maybe he's going to see who does their homework, and who just takes his word.  Anyways, the beers he likes aren't sold around here, so Lisa and I went out and got some of that extra stout Guiness tonight, and we're bringing a bottle in tomorrow morning for Curtis.  Because we can see no other way to reason with the man.  It should be a highly entertaining session.

There's very little else to write at the moment.  Classes are what I expected.  Well, mostly.  I'm enjoying historical research bunches more than I expected.  I was not expecting Curtis to be so much fun.  I've settled into my single nicely I think.  It's very comforting to know that I have this space to go back to, and it's very quiet.  Apparently the girl who lives next to me is never there because she has a boyfriend who has an apartment off campus.  So that's nice. 

Oh! And we might have a new instrumental director next year!  I'm excited.  It was almost a no-go last night when one person on the faculty committee was not going to approve him, but he was convinced to change his mind.  I think the school is going to make him an offer in the next few days, so I hope to find out soon if we'll be finally rid of Ward. 

I feel like I'm beginning to ramble now, so I think I'll end this now.  Thanks for reading.


Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Currently Listening
Haydn:String Quartets Op. 1 & 2
By Kodaly Quartet
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Things are actually working out.

The Search for Order exam was this afternoon.  Dr. Murphy had car trouble, so he didn't even give the exam, which was a blessing.  He was going to keep us to 50 minutes, 55 tops, but since Mrs. Schuring gave the exam, she told us to stay as long as we wanted, even though she had instructions to kick us out after an hour.  She rocks.  We also basically picked what question to write on.  Well, Katie did.  Which was ok I suppose.  It wasn't the question I wanted, but since I had more than an hour to write on it, things worked out I think.  The question was "How did war shape American society from 1914-1945."  That's a pretty darn big question for 50 minutes.  I finished in an hour and a half, and I could have written more, but my hand was really tired.  And I think I put in the crucial stuff.  I am a little disappointed that Dr. Murphy didn't show up though, because Katie and Mander and I were prepared for war.  Murphy threatened to kick us out after an hour, and said he would not restrain himself from thrown erasers, chalk, chairs, tables, etc in our general direction if we wouldn't leave.  So, Katie, Mander and I got there early and gathered up all the chalk, erasers, and any other loose items around the room (like remotes) and lined them up in front of Katie and Mander, so if Murphy tried to get us out, they could at least retaliate with chalk and erasers.  It would have been amusing, because it most certainly would have happened, seeing as how Katie took at least 2 hours to finish the exam.  Oh well.  Hopefully I'll have Murphy again, or at least I hope I'll have another opportunity to throw erasers at a professor, and be justified in doing so.

So that went well.  Then right after that I had my Tsarist Russia study group.  12 questions, and we finished in a little more than 3 hours.  I find this to be absolutely incredible.  And to top it off, I actually feel OK about the exam tomorrow.  There are some questions I want to be on the exam more than others, but I think that I have a fighting chance with what I know and what I've studied.  And it's still early, and I have all morning tomorrow to study.  Next on the agenda, Nazi Germany study group at 9.  I'm studying with people I've never studied with before, so I don't really know what to expect.  I feel like I prepared my questions, and made copies of all the answers I drew up with for everybody (there are 18 questions after all...I thought it would save some time).  I hope everybody else did the same.  But, even if they didn't, I thought I was going to have to study for this one all alone, so I've done a little bit of work on almost all the Nazi questions. 

This isn't even interesting.  But I felt like typing, so if you made it this far, congrats.


Sunday, December 11, 2005

I'm slow.  Ok.  I didn't realize that you could have private posts.  That actually helps out a lot.  I can write a lot more when I need to.

I feel like I'm wasting more time than I should be.  I can't make myself be productive though.  I look at these questions for my Tsarist Russia exam, and I want to cry.  I have cried going through my Nazi Germany study guide, for a variety of reasons.  Thank God Banta didn't insist on having an exam for my DS with him.  That might have put me over the edge.  I hope everybody does their questions for my study groups.  Nothing is more frustrating than getting together in a study group, only to discover that someone didn't do their question(s).  That happened yesterday.  So we all had to split up the question, and we're getting together again tonight to go over that one question that wasn't done.  I wish I was smart enough, had enough motivation, and enough time to do it all without a study group.  But alas, I have none of those things.  Especially time and motivation.  Oh well.  Only three exams stand between me and going home, so that's all I really should focus on until Thursday night...oh how I cannot wait for Thursday night.  Actually, Thursday at 5.  It will be glorious.


Tuesday, December 06, 2005

I'm going to try this again.

A lot has happened since summer, so I thought it was silly to continue my old xanga. 

I've moved out of Greenwood, and I like having a single, but I find myself not talking to anybody for very long spans of time, and rather than talk to myself, I thought that I would start writing in this again.  I know, I could actually go out and talk to people, but sometimes, I feel like there's nobody to go talk to, or rather, anybody I could go talk to is busy.  Everybody is so busy.  Often times things that take up our lives seem so unimportant.  I wish I could weed out all of the unimportant time consuming trivialities of life.  But then, what I think is trivial could be of the greatest importance for somebody else. 

I don't know what I'm saying, but that's okay, because I have great doubts that anybody will actually read this.  Or, if somebody does read this, it will be someone I don't know, just reading random xangas online because of extreme boredom.  Maybe next time I'll try to be more articulate, or have something meaningful to say.  But as it is, I should get back to studying, because that little pasttime has begun to consume my life, and will continue to do so until next Thursday.