I just wrote a whole entry on a conversation The Boy and I had about poo today, and it somehow got lost. I'm chalking it up to divine intervention: maybe you people didn't really want to know.
So instead I'll discuss how excited I am about the future. Clearing out my paperwork today as promised, I was able to go through (and toss!) my prep work for the journalism schools I took tests for last year. I was amazed at how well just looking at the paperwork brought me back to the mental state I had been in at the time. I had been so unsure, so hesitant. And I had felt so lost. I'm so glad that I can honestly say I don't feel that way anymore. It's great to be able to look back on lesser times and say, "That's behind me now." Really, that's a wonderful, amazing feeling.
I went through a few course listings to look up what I could take for my electives this fall. I don't have the dates/times of the classes yet, which will probably become the deciding factors, but I've narrowed the list down to a few (I have to choose two):
- Linguistics, Phonetics, and Sensory Perception (in English! Just know that I'm a phonetics freak, so this class sounds groovy)
- The American English Language and Culture (also in English! How groovy would it be to take that to see what they say about us!)
- The Development of the Arab World (in French...the rest are all in French)
- Latin-American Litterature (ok, I lied, in Spanish...The piece on the program for first semester is Las armas secretas and Como agua para chocolate is for second semester)
- Latin-American History - from Independance to the Mexican Revolution (sem2)
- Beginning Latin
- Beginning Russian
- The Romance Languages - a comparative class
I'm also annoyed because they have a lot of groovy linguistics classes for Hebrew, but none for Arabic, even though they two languages are run out of the same department.
I'm thinking I'm going to sit in on the first semester lit class in Spanish, to see if I can handle it. If I feel my level is good enough, I'll take it for credit second semester. I don't want to get in over my head, but Colleen made a good point in saying that it's important to always have a language class that is just frustrating enough to make you work hard. If it's too easy, you'll slack and won't learn anything. I think I can handle it, but I want to be sure.
These are just the classes they have up on the web site right now. More shall be coming later. But I'm already psyched...they sound awesome! My excitement is visible by my abnormal use of exclamation points in this post. My other required classes are Comparative Linguistics, Linguistic Theory, and General Semantics. I started reading a book for the semantics class already. I am such a dork. God help me.
Anyway, I'm feeling good. I feel the need to state it because there are always ugly days. We all have a tendency to talk about when we're down, but not so much so when we are feeling up. I'm up.
And my living room looks so much better!
Here's a few lyrics from an Alpha Blondy song. They fit my mood:
I love Paris
I love the way the people move yeah
I love Paris
I love the way the children groove
I love Paris
I love the way the people move yeah
I love Paris
I love the way the children groove
You can see black and white
Side by side
Oh what a nice sight...
I feel so right
My spirit�s so high
When you get down Pigalle
Girls will drive you wild
And when you walk up to the Champs-�lys�es
Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh
I love Paris
I love the way the people move yeah
I love Paris
I love the way the children groove
Moving out century to century
When you go to Les Halles
Teenagers getting high
So you ride back to the Champs-�lys�es
Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh
I love Paris
I love the way the people move yeah
I love Paris
I love the way the children groove
I'm going to recite a Russian poem here (phonetically, since I don't have a cyrillic keyboard) for your beginning Russian class.
Raz, dva, tri, chiteri, pyats,
vwyshel, vzycheck, pogooliyats,
vdrook ahoytnick vwybegayits,
preyama vzchychick streliyayit.
Piff, paff, oy-oy-oy
oomyeriyet, vzychick moi.
Okay, this is from ten-years-old memory, but the translation is something like this.
One, two, three, four, five,
Here's my rabbit.
I sure love my rabbit.
Want to pet my rabbit?
Here comes a hunter.
Bang bang, oh, no
my rabbit's dead.
Russian ROCKS.