day one

Started school today. I did NOT want to go this morning. God, I wish I could catch up on sleep.

I started the day off with Biology and first thing couldn't find the room I was suppose to be in. The reason why? My schedule has room numbers like this: SC16. That was it. The problem? It was suppose to say SC165. It was like that for every class. Good thing ASU doesn't have a very big campus or I would've been screwed. My teacher's hair makes her look like she could be a member of Tegan and Sara's band. She already started us off on a shit load of notes. And I found out that instead of dissecting a frog at the end of the semester, we are dissecting a pig fetus. Obviously I'm really looking forward to that.

Class 2: Creative Writing. The only class I'm happy about taking. It's really gonna get me writing lots more. Hopefully the stuff will be good enough to post so you can have something a little more entertaining to read around here (not to mention more often). Bad news though, we are starting off with a 4-5 week section of creative Non-Fiction. That's not exactly my cup of tea. Then it's followed by 5-6 weeks of Fiction, which in turn, is tailed by 6-7 weeks of poetry. He made a random comment too, when someone asked about the length of our first essay (rough draft due this Fri.). He said, "Your essay should be like a mini-skirt - long enough to cover the subject but short enough to keep me interested."

Class 3: Western Civilizations Since 1660. This guy loves maps. Gonna have 3 different ones for every test. He seems to really enjoy his stuff though. I like history but if he doesn't make the class interesting, I'm not going to be able to stay awake - the class is right after lunch, which equals nap time.

And finally, without further ado:

Class 4: Spanish II. Very, very small class of 8 people. 6 girls, 2 guys. Normally this would be a good thing. In this case though, it's not. They are all extremely over weight. Except for one exception, every girl's reason for being in that class was, and I quote, "to be able to actually speak to my boyfriend!" This was, in most cases, followed by a momentary lapse of time filled with what I like to call "Giddy Giggling." Fuck me. Not really. That wasn't really an offer. In all honesty I'd rather go without any action for 20 years than that. I mean, I could survive. The other guy in the class plays bass so we talked music a bit. He's into classic rock and metal. He seems a little slow, but he's really good with numbers. Crazy shit, I tell you, crazy shit.