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Beginning of term is crazy. made easier when one only has four instead of the usual five classes. And yet made even harder when one must do all the crazy registration stuff twice over because one is taking classes at two different universities - and by this I mean I am taking one class at SMU and therefore have to do all the normal registration stuff over there as well as at King's plus I have to figure out all the usual 1st year stuff about student numbers and school e-mail addresses and stupid BLS (which isn't even working for them yet because they've just started using it - what a terrible system).
In other news I was so excited to have free time this term and of course forgot that what that really meant was that I will actually have enough time to do all my school work. Which is good, but thoughts of being productive and useful in ways that have nothing to do with school are right out.
Also I'm going to go and donate blood on Friday with S. He does it all the time (and Canadian Blood Services are always calling him), but this will be my first time. I'd planned on donating as soon as I was 17, but then I got my tonsils out, followed six months later (the amount of time you're supposed to wait) by getting my wisdom teeth out (it was a fun year for oral surgery) and six months after that by being in a new city and crazy university things happening, so I never got around to it. (ie I am a bad person that does not want to help out my fellow man.)
In conclusion I am greatly amused by males in my Classics courses looking awkward and apologetic when they are talking about the misogyny of the Ancients.
Soupytwist!
In other news I was so excited to have free time this term and of course forgot that what that really meant was that I will actually have enough time to do all my school work. Which is good, but thoughts of being productive and useful in ways that have nothing to do with school are right out.
Also I'm going to go and donate blood on Friday with S. He does it all the time (and Canadian Blood Services are always calling him), but this will be my first time. I'd planned on donating as soon as I was 17, but then I got my tonsils out, followed six months later (the amount of time you're supposed to wait) by getting my wisdom teeth out (it was a fun year for oral surgery) and six months after that by being in a new city and crazy university things happening, so I never got around to it. (ie I am a bad person that does not want to help out my fellow man.)
In conclusion I am greatly amused by males in my Classics courses looking awkward and apologetic when they are talking about the misogyny of the Ancients.
Soupytwist!
