So today is Sunday, and since I don't have enough time or the inclination to do work for my bishop back home today (because it's Sunday), I thought I would update you all on my life and how it's been going.
It's been two weeks since the start of school, and may I say it has been AWESOME. It's really nice to be able to come home from school and eat food in the kitchen if I want to, without worrying about boys I don't know who always seem to be speaking with a mixture of flirtatiousness and ew-what-is-that-thing when they talk to me. 'Cause that sends mixed messages and I get confused.
It's also really nice to be able to fangirl about things with Superwholockmarauder and not be judged for it. Like, if I did this in front of the Beast, he would be extremely weirded out and he would back away slowly and carefully until he reached his room or the basement, and he would lock himself in and never come out. But he does understand being obsessed with things, too- one only has to ask him about the Kingdom Hearts video games to see an example of this.
And my classes have been FANTASTIC. I have five classes worth sixteen credits (five of which are Russian, thanks Russian) and they are all awesome. My New Testament class is super interesting and the teacher is brilliant, brilliant enough that he can give a great lecture that doesn't send me off to snooze-land, like I've done in some of my other religion classes... (Book of Mormon part two... the teacher's voice was monotonic...)
Russian is really fun and as a result of being forced to speak Russian on a daily basis I can sort of speak Russian fairly well, at least the things I know how to say: "Hello, my name is Svetlana. I live in Provo. I go to BYU. Nice to meet you. Good-bye!" It's fun. And my Russian teacher did in fact name me Svetlana for the purpose of the class. I would have been fine with Sara, but Svetlana is interesting, even though it makes me sound rather like a skinny, bleached-blonde, chain-smoking Russian model who plays tennis. Sorry, that's the image that popped in. But the best thing about Russian is writing it- I can write Russian very well, as a matter of fact, and my teacher always writes on my homework that I have fantastic handwriting. I practice, and that's how I got good at it.
English Literary History and American Literary History turned out to be the same class, except it's two hours long and goes by the handle "Transatlantic Literary History." It's great because it has about as much homework as one and a half classes instead of two, and any amount of less homework is, you know, good. But it's a very fun class, especially when we get divided into groups of Wollstonecraft, Burke, Price, and Paine, and argue about whether the French Revolution is a good thing or not, based on the arguments we made in our various published pamphlets on the matter. I was in the group with Paine, the same Paine who wrote Common Sense, and we were just like, "BURKE IS AN IDIOT" about the whole thing, because Paine's whole pamplet was totally bashing on Burke and it was awesome and hilarious. Although I personally agreed with Burke- surprising, because everyone else hated him. I agreed with him that while revolution was occasionally necessary, the French Revolution was kind of a mass of blood and guts and adrenaline and rage and it was like France had decided to be the Hulk on the Bastille and on Louis and Marie Antoinette. It was necessary, but they did it all wrong. It could have been done with much less blood. However, I very much enjoyed the fact that he was responding to Price, but then Wollstonecraft and Paine were just like "YOU PRAT, THEY WEREN'T TRYING TO SPECIFICALLY DEPOSE THE MONARCHS, THEY WERE DEPOSING THE PRINCIPLES OF DESPOTISM," and I can see that this paragraph is really long so I'm just gonna stop there.
(From left to right: Richard Price, Edmund Burke, Mary Wollstonecraft, Thomas Paine)
And finally, my Creative Writing class is awesome. Like, super truly awesome. It's a lot of fun and the teacher makes movie references all the time and we're always laughing at something. Best of all, I usually have next to no homework. :) That will probably change at some point... after all, it is a writing class. Writers gonna write. And I write anyway. Shouldn't be too big of a deal.
My job is a little less fun than expected, now that I have to get up at four fifteen in the morning to get there on time. Ten minutes to get dressed, twenty minutes to walk, ten minutes before the shift starts that I will spend eating the extra donuts if the bakery has sent any down. Hey, why not? And then I work for four hours and I walk home and I'm not yet dead tired, but I will be, and it's an issue. And then I go to class, and I go to class and I'm not tired, and then I go home, and I do my homework and somewhere while I'm doing homework I'm like LET ME FALL INTO BED AND DIE NOW but I don't mean die literally, I mean fall asleep. I am so tired in the evenings. I try to do all my homework and then stay up until ten watching T.V. or being on tumblr or reading fanfiction, but I have to go to bed by ten because I get up at four-fifteen and six hours is about what I need to function.
So I am actively seeking a new job, one with hopefully more independent hours involved. Because I could totally work two hours in the morning and two after class. I would be just fine with that. And maybe next semester I'm gonna move all my classes to after one so that I can get a 9-12 secretarial job or something. That would be brilliant.
That's my life right now. It's had bad spots- I had a morning where I was walking to school and crying and talking to my dad on the phone because life sucked and I wanted to go home, and there was one morning where I was walking to work at five a.m. and I nearly got run over by a minivan. But then there are moments that are spectacular, like going to a Nerdfighter party for four hours last night and then watching the new episode of Doctor Who, or just staying at home and watching Mean Girls or really any movie or T.V. show at all.
Jam and bread, everyone- a couple of sprouty bits in the bread, but jam and bread. And I'm thankful for those sprouty bits, because without them I wouldn't appreciate the jam nearly quite as much.
