When a Heart Breaks, it Don't Break Even

By: Kelly

So far my "diary" type blogs have been annoyingly chipper but now I'm going to swing to the other extreme and blog about how anxious and depressed I feel. The root of those emotions is my own actions and how annoyed and sick I am of myself. Listening to myself complain about it just makes it worse but I'm going to do it anyway. I can tell I'm out of sorts because usually I have a clarity of mind when writing that lets the words flow, but this post has been rewritten three times already.

It's funny how the more liked I am, the more I dislike myself. I think most people are the opposite- they live for other people's reassurances that they are in fact a good person. I don't because people constantly overestimate me- they think I'm this successful, kind, smart person with a pure conscience. And my actions and words do attest to that on some level but who I really am, when it comes to my personality and thoughts and I'll just say it, soul, is something completely different. I'm vastly selfish and I can be unflinchingly cold and judgmental and animalistic. It's this survival of the fittest, rationalistic attitude I have. I guess everyone could say that about themselves but I really do think most people do things with better and more noble intentions than I do. Or maybe I've just gotten so good at analyzing myself that I see through the bullshit lies other people will feed to themselves with no problem. I never try to justify my actions; I'm always my own prosecutor.

I want people to see my "bad side" because only then will they really know me. That's why I love to be insulted or called out when I'm wrong. I can probably count the people who know my "bad side" intimately on one hand. But when people like you- and I'm not talking about tolerating you or getting along with you, I'm talking about when they idealize you or are romantically interested in you in any way- they're being fooled. And the less they see you, the more you see yourself. You start to feel like you're acting around them because everything you say could be taken a different way than the way you meant it. And you hate yourself more and more for it but there's nothing you can do because you can't tell them they're wrong.

When asked if I'd rather break someone's heart or be the heart breaker, I always choose the heart breaker because I will always choose guilt over inadequacy. Like John Green said in An Abundance of Katherines:

"The world contains exactly two kinds of people: Dumpers and Dumpees. A lot of people will claim to be both, but those people miss the point entirely: You are predisposed to either one fate or the other. Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency."

People who are too morally good for me will always fall for me and I will always somehow end up taking advantage of them. Meanwhile, those who are as "bad" or "selfish" as I am will always blow me off and disappoint me, because that is the nature of being a bad person. That is my love paradox. I know people are more complicated than that- that it's not always predator vs. prey and that we all love and hurt each other in different shades of gray. But that's not the way we feel about things and feelings express their own version of the truth that cannot be denied.

I had this profound example of this shown to me in class, but it is a pretty technical analogy so bear with me while I explain. My German teacher was teaching us the difference between the nominative case and the accusative case in German. In the nominative case, the subject and the direct object are equal. Example: "Die Frau ist da." or "The girl is there". "Girl" and "there" are balanced- they coexist on the same playing field. But in the accusative case, the subject is acting upon the direct object. One is in control while the other is helpless to do anything but receive the action. "Ich esse den Fleisch" or "I eat the meat". The meat is being eaten by me, whether it likes it or not.

My teacher wrote on the chalkboard "Ich liebe dich." (I love you) and said, "This is the ultimate example as anyone who has ever been in love knows. There is no equality in love." One gives while the other receives. It doesn't have to be mutual. You can receive the love I give you, but you can never repay this debt. Because true love is unconditional and demands nothing from the person it is given to. That is why being the predator or the heartbreaker will always leave you feeling just as helpless as the prey or the heartbroken. Their love is greater than you not reciprocating and therefore the Dumper will always be the cowardly one (hence, my current stage of self-loathing).

To end this blog post on an even more depressing note, I'll leave you with another Katherines quote that describes my state of mind at the moment:

"And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something."

Quotes

By: Kelly

"Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do. "

"some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once."

"When you can feel someone else's pain and joy as if it's your own, thats when you know you really love them."

"I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies."

"He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked."

"Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty more levels to go.

Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

maybe it didn't matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn't matter if your friend was possibly dying.

Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for."

"Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?"

"She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination."

"She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little. "

"She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well."

"Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good at being happy."

"You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful."

"She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not."

"Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again."

"How many times could you give up on someone you loved?"

"One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead."

"She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn’t really imagine it hadn’t."

"There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well."

"Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you."

GUYS: More Reasons to Feel The Beat

By: Monica

Just a bit of motivation for all you male wallflowers out there :)

http://news.yahoo.com/video/science-15749654/the-science-of-dance-and-mating-21810932

If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em

By: Monica

I must start out this post by saying that, compared to Kelly's posts, mine are complete failures. Skydiving? Nicaragua? Quran- burning debates? And here I was just going to talk about my creepy English teacher. I really need some new material. Nonetheless, I promised I would finish my last post, and so I will stick to my word.

11AM- English. The theme is American Regionalism. Shoot me now. My professor is a 22 year old creeper with a goatee, who believes we should give America back to the Native Americans. He is eerily calm and one of those people who doesn't talk much, but who you know thinks nonstop.

There is a Hillary in this class. A boy. And, before class, he was this really cool kid who made conversation with me for half an hour and I thought, "Man, I'm really gonna like this guy." Boy, was I wrong. The second we stepped into that classroom, he transformed into one of those snobby kids that raises their hand to answer every question in great detail, and will go to any lenght to counter the teacher just to impress them. Now, you can imagine, after putting up with this kind of behavior for four years, I was thoroughly sick of it. I decided enough was enough. I had put up with it all through high school and wasn't about to have to deal with it in college. From that day on, I was known as the bitch of English class. Yes, that is my official title. I had figured that the only way to beat someone at their Game is to play it better. So, I raised my hand to answer every question as well. Every time he opened his mouth, I was there to shoot down everything he said. And every time he countered the teacher, I countered him right back. Then the professor would stare at me with this creepy smile on his face and I would ask, "Does that make sense?" and he would say, "Completely. That makes complete sense. You are perfectly right." And then the kid would send me daggers through his eyes. I revelled in it. It brought me the utmost joy. Especially when situations like the following happened:

PROF: "So, what is Mumsford talking about in this paragraph? What does he feel is an important facet to regionalism?"

KID: "The spread of ideas."

PROF: "Uhm... interesting that you say that."

ME: "Actually, isn't it the environment? I mean, he is obviously discussing how the human race must first adapt the surroundings before it can form a culture to represent it's identity."

PROF: "Exactly right! That was the answer I was looking for!" *writes on board* "And, who can tell me where Mumsford lies on this scale between Felsi and Berry?"

ME: "I'd say pretty much down the middle. He shares both opinions but leans neither toward globalization, nor Berry's ridiculous theory of the seperation of the North and the South."

PROF: "Excellent!"

KID: "But, you must agree that Mumsford was indeed inclined to favor globalization over regionalism, can you not?"

ME:" Of course not! Mumsford's definition of Regionalism is clearly a different outlook on today's world than that of Felsi's. Felsi depicts technology at the forefront of this advance to a more connected world. Mumsford vies for human emotion and the connection to the land."

PROF: *creepy smile* "You are completely right, Monica."

No Model UN Monica here. I'm a more well spoken, smarter, less ditzy version of Pakistan. I can also spell better, but that's not much of a milestone. I also make it a point not to speak like Hillary or Pakistan (taking an obvious breath so you can think of words to say). I'm making sure I am always calm and make it sound like I am pointing out the obvious. That is a true sign of intelligence.And I want to break this kid down. I want to make him cry every day after class. Hopefully, one day he will give up his act and I will, only then, back down. Plus, American Regionalism is my forte, for some odd reason. So am able to talk A LOT in that class. Everyone else must hate me. This is not a good way to make friends.

ANYHOO,

12:30- Keyboard. Taught by a Piano performance graduate student who looks like Justene Jaro.

I have about six more classes. None worth mentioning. One consists of listening to German Opera and Jazz for 50 minutes in an auditorium. Another involves my private instructor who never stops smiling like a maniac. I swear, he must have had botox.

I believe this post is long enough, for now. I will update, hopefully tomorrow, again, so that I can list all the quirky nice things that have happened while I was here. I don't talk enough about the good parts.

Skydiving and Football

By: Kelly

Alright I've got to push this one out fast because I have homework to do! (that's what she said)

Skydiving: At first, I was convinced we weren't going to be able to jump at all which I was really disappointed about. Because we ended up leaving really late and Destiny barely knew where we were going, the place wasn't answering their phones, and I thought we were supposed to register in advance. But we drove there anyway even though it was an hour away, and luckily there were people there willing to fly us up which couldn't have been cost-effective because it was just the two of us. However, their team who jumps tandem (when two people jump strapped together with the same parachute) was in Houston so they called one guy who sometimes does it and lives an hour and a half away. He was willing to drive out so while he was on his way, we learned what we were supposed to do (which was very little- less than you need to know for trapeze). This place was basically a converted warehouse, which should have scared me. We watched a five minute tutorial made from the 80's by this guy with the most epic beard I've ever seen (the pictures are on facebook). Then Destiny was like, "I want to wear a cool jumpsuit!" It wasn't required so I wasn't going to, but one of the guys said, "You know, those little tank tops aren't very sturdy up there." And then another guy went, "Dang, why'd you have to go and ruin the video?!"...so I opted for the jumpsuit. There was this lady breast feeding in plain sight and one of the same perverts went, "If a lady's gonna do that she should at least take the other one out for everyone else to enjoy." Yeah, they were really gross... When I told Gary I was a political science major he snorted in disgust (which happens all the time and it pisses me off- I want to make the world a better place damn it, I don't want to be a sleaze ball politician). I asked him what was wrong with that and he sadly said, "You voted for Obama didn't you?" I explained I was too young to vote at the time but told him I interned at a Republican's office to stay on his good side so he wouldn't unbuckle me from the parachute 5,000 feet up.

I offered to go up first because I didn't want to have time to get nervous or think about it. The plane ride was about 20 minutes and on a very small plane. It was me, the pilot, Destiny in the co-pilot's seat, four other jumpers who worked there, and me and my partner. We were all straddling these two long benches on the plane. The whole time everyone kept asking me if I was scared yet, or if reality had set in. But the reason I never got scared at all was because I took it realistically. I knew that people did it every day and that statistically, it was very safe. I trusted Gary, my partner way too much. He was this 60 year old toothless pervert who has the world record for the most "head first" jumps, or something weird like that. So I was very relaxed the entire time and mostly just excited.

Then, they opened the hatch and everyone else jumped out. We were last and we jumped at 13,500 feet. I had to sit on the edge with my feet dangling outside and then we just kind of leaned forward and fell out. That was probably my favorite part because it's like trapeze- jumping off the platform is the most exhilarating part. And then we were free falling for I think about 45 seconds. You could see both coasts and the view was beautiful. It was pretty cold but it felt really good. You know when you stick your hand out of a car window and feel a pillow of air on it? It felt just like that, but on your whole body. It was an awesome feeling. I've always wanted to fly more than anything else in the world, so I feel like I've accomplished my life dream now haha. I was perfectly content with the idea of dying right then; not kidding. It would have been worth it.

The person who was video taping jumped out either before or after me (I don't remember) and during this period he filmed close-ups that look amazing in the video. They're mailing it to my dorm and after I copy it onto my computer, you'll be able to see. I think I drooled all over my chin while I was up there because you literally lose control of yourself up there but thank GOD it isn't visible in the video.

After the first part, he pulled the second chute and that's when I could hear again and it was much slower. We floated down for about twenty minutes and that was when you could really enjoy the view. The first ten minutes were fun because I got to operate the parachute, which works kind of like a sail because you pulled different chords to go left or right by filling it with air. We got to spin and the g-forces on that were pretty intense. Then the last two minutes weren't so fun because the closer you get to the ground, you start to feel more queasy and just want to be on the ground. Plus me and Gary could actually talk then, and that was just weird. I actually felt like I might throw up but it was hardly bad at all. Our landing wasn't perfect; we landed on our knees basically but it didn't hurt or anything.

Then we watched the video and then Destiny went up. I flew up in the co-pilot seat this time and got to wear their headset and hear all of the different transmissions and see the buttons and everything. I also got to fly the plane for a good five minutes which included steering. That was really cool. But then once the jumpers were out of the plane, the pilot basically did a nosedive to get to the ground as fast as possible to save fuel and money. That was worse than the spinning while I was sky diving and the pressure was really intense. I kind of want to learn to fly a plane, but that made me question it a little.

Anyway, overall it was much less extreme and scary than the connotation associated with sky diving. I actually think there might be more of a thrill in trapeze, although it is very different. I don't think I got the full rush most people get because the emotional highs and lows and fear wasn't there but it was still by far one of the coolest things I've ever done. It's unlike anything else out there and it really is just like flying, which is incredible. I'd love to do it again but I'll probably wait a while since it IS expensive. If you pay the package to be trained to do it by yourself it's something like a thousand dollars for 7 jumps (which is way less than if you paid the standard price for each jump) and then after that, it's 10 or 20 dollars for every jump. I REALLY doubt I'll ever do that, but I definitely do plan on doing it again sometime in my life.

Now about the game...Again by sheer luck, I got box seats. I was going to pick up my student ticket and I ran into this girl Savannah who I've met twice. She showed me where to go to pick it up and then a couple hours later she texted me and said "What were you saying about needing another ticket?" I had no idea what she was talking about but I wasn't going to pass up anything free so I said, "I have one but do you have an extra one or something?" And she said, "Well my friend wants a student ticket so you could sell it to her and then sit in my family's box with me for free." So that's what I did! It was really cool because the process to get a box is insane- you have to be a UF alumni, donate millions of dollars, and wait a good ten years for your request to be processed. Her family was this really attractive family with southern accents. I legitimately felt like I was the black kid in the Blindside and they were the family with Sandra Bullock as the mom.

It was incredible how many people were there- 90,000. EVERYTHING was orange and blue and it was awesome hearing the stadium reverberate with yelling and cheering. It was a beautiful day from where I was sitting so I was able to overlook the whole football part of the game. Just kidding, kind of. It was fun to watch but I still will never understand why so many Americans love football. Jumping out of a plane seems much more rational if you ask me. I had my kindle in my bag and the whole time I was just itching to read instead. But I was there for four hours and never got really bored so I must like it on some level. Then Joanna and Danielle slept over in my room and it's really nice having them here- it feels like home.

Anyway, I'm really sorry these have been such boring posts. The writing hasn't been very good but summarizing was about all I could muster right now. Monica, I demand to hear about the rest of your classes!

Nicaragua, Muslims, and Coffee

By: Kelly

Good lord, this is going to be a mammoth of a post. SO MUCH has happened. So much that I'm going to be forced to cut out details, which is almost as hard for me as it would be to cut limbs off of my own children. Let's provide a general outline of what has happened: I'm planning on going to Nicaragua for three weeks in May, I had an after Ramadan feast with a bunch of Muslims, I got a job, I went sky diving, and I got box seats for the first football game. So, FROM THE TOP!

1. Nicaragua- I joined this club on campus called Recurso that is basically a club devoted to all of the topics I discussed in my laureate paper. It's literally the perfect club for me- they talk about aid, microfinance, developing nations, etc. I really didn't want to join a club that has like 300 people in it and is focused on really general topics like "human rights" because it's too impersonal and I would never be really into it. But Recurso only had about 30 people there so it's a nice little niche. And they do trips to Nicaragua every May for three weeks- it's entirely student-run and paid for and they provide direct aid to the people there by building schools, providing medical supplies (used supplies there spill out of trash cans at the only hospital they have), and teaching people how to brush their teeth. There is a trash heap in the center of the city where lots of people live and make a living by scavenging for useful things they can sell. It's the second poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. I had to apply in order to go because they only accept 25 people but I think my chances are pretty good. It would be great experience for me and would look great on a resume, especially since I might get a job in microfinance or aid someday. I was so giddy after the first meeting and felt so motivated. It's funny how much I worried about finding my place here when I was still in high school- it finds you, as cheesy as that sounds. Any success I have here has nothing at all to do with me and everything to do with luck and incredible opportunities given to me that aren't deserved.

2. Ramadan dinner- Last week, I made plans to eat with my roommate and some of her friends at this "Ramadan's over, let's feasy" dinner at the dining hall. But I ended up eating with the high school group and was coming back to my dorm to tell Natalie I wasn't going to make it. But as I walked up to the dorm, I saw her standing outside with our friend Matt (the one whose girlfriend is at West Point and who watches musicals with us), and John aka Vegetable Boy, looking very desperate (Natalie, not John). I immediately had to evaluate the situation and make a decision. I wasn't going to leave her with two boys so I told them I'd come along even though I had already eaten. So rather than make her look awkward with two guys, we looked like we were on a double date (which was even more awkward, natürlich). Halfway there, as if we needed to look any weirder, we were intercepted by a wizened old Muslim man with a two foot long flowing beard and traditional Muslim garb. He asked us where the dinner was at so we offered to walk with him there (as if we had a choice). He asked me what I thought of the mosque at Ground Zero controversy and the September 11th Qu'ran burning that a sect of the Westboro Baptist Church (godhatesfags.com) is doing here in Gainesville. I told him my plans on protesting it and he asked for my email address so I could sign a petition to create a law that would make it illegal to burn any book (which in my opinion, would impinge on people's rights). Apparently John, being this extreme libertarian, agreed and proceeded to tell this poor man why he was wrong. Before I continue, let me tell you what my roommate saw John doing earlier that day. She was walking through the hall of our building and saw him crouched on the ground picking his own lock with some weird metal device. She asked him if he was locked out and told him he had a few free lock outs before he had to pay for another key. He said "No, my roommate is in there, I just wanted to see how long it would take me." So now I'm terrified he's going to break into my room. He also got suspended from his middle school for hacking the computer database, so this probably isn't a safe medium. He has knocked on our door a couple of times, and every time he has, I freeze in silence and pretend I'm not here until he goes away. Anyway. Then we had dinner and it wasn't TOO weird, mostly just funny. Matt is a swimmer and is built exactly like our friend Steven.

3. School is really easy so far...I mean, I shouldn't say EASY but school is always the same. After fourteen years of it, you get the hang of it really. I spend so little time thinking about the academic aspect of college and it worries me. Still, I know I study more than most people here so I should be okay...and I do have a really relaxed schedule. Which leads me to my next point.

4. I'm 90% sure I have a job!! When I was at the skydiving place, I got a call from Gator Dining, which is the company who runs most of the food places on campus. I applied for a job online in the first week of school but was positive I wouldn't hear back from them, so I was really happy. I'm supposed to go in on Tuesday with my original birth certificate and social security card and discuss which hours I can work. Most likely, it'll be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays working at a coffee cart. Money is money, so I'm not picky. I also applied for an honors job working in an office on the same days and they want a freshman to do it for pretty much the next four years. They're only hiring one person but if I do get the job, I'll take that one and drop the one I have now. I'm really happy I'll be working regardless because I feel like I waste so much time here and I really want to save money. I want to have a mini goldmine by the time I graduate so I'll be able to go to graduate school or get a nice place to live in, or whatever. Plus I will not feel independent until I am providing for myself, and that drives me crazy.

You know what, I'm going to put sky diving and the game in a separate post. Toodaloo!

Also, I propose we add a segment to every blog listing one thing we miss. This week, I miss Cuban food and music. It's funny because one of the reasons I love my German class so much is because of the little cultural things we learn. I can always identify with them which makes me so happy. Examples: Germans are always early and being on time is considered late. Germans are known for saying, "Hope for the best but expect the worst because then you'll be pleasantly surprised." (Everyone in my class erupted in laughter at this, but I've always thought that way) Germans only ask "How are you?" if they genuinely care. Because if you know the person, they will actually tell you how they are unlike in America, and if you don't they'll think it's weird that you're asking. And that's how it should be I think. Anyway, even though I never associated very much with Latin culture because German culture is the polar opposite in a lot of ways, there are aspects of it that I really miss, like I said. I had good old rice and beans for the first time in ages the other day and it was heaven. And I saw a gangster kid and he ACTUALLY peaked my interest. I guess I couldn't appreciate their swagger as much when I was surrounded by them 24/7 and 99% of them were idiots.

K bye.

Cool Beans!

By: Monica

Usually when I have too much to write, I put off writing as long as I can. The more time between the events and the writing, the less I want to actually write about them. So, I apologize if this post seems watered down or uneventful. It has been a couple of days. Lately, I've been both busy and lazy. Bad combination. I will post a third of my original post because, well, that's all I have done right now. Sorry, I'm slacking. What can I say? I still have to write an essay for English tonight that I could have done earlier today instead of catching up on my Jersey Shore episodes. The rest will come around the weekend when I have all the time in the world.

Let's start with an evaluation of my professors:

8 AM Music Theory- Ms. Seigido is a graduate student majoring in Composition. Now, I respect anyone who is majoring in composition because it is both tedious and unrewarding. Unless you hit it big, of course. However, "hitting it big" with classical composition in today's society requires you to be a male older than fifty, with a beard and a beer belly. Ms. Seigido is none of those things. Quite on the contrary. She's a petite Cuban twenty year old with short black hair, glasses, a thick cuban accent, and the same 90's bellbottom jeans she wears everyday. Her waist is the size of my thigh. Probably smaller, I'm just trying to make myself feel better about that. I've got to say, I quite like her. She's spunky and odd. I once counted the amount of times she said, "Cool Beans!" in a 50 minute period. The result was 26. Yes, it does get annoying. Along with, "Easy Peasy!" and "Sacrilidge!"

10AM Symphony Orchestra- This is, pretty much, the hardest class I am taking in college. You'd think it was th easiest. If I didn't show up, no one would notice. If I fake played, no one would notice. But the pressure these people put on you and the guilt they shovel onto your soul is painful enough to bear. They have no sympathy. No leniency. But, my conductor is the spitting image of the Beast-- Beethoven. That in itself makes me feel like th most accomplished musician on the face of the planet. And his name is Professor Sleeper. WIN.

2:30 Algebra- I can't say much about this class (since it was my first day) except that I have finally found a class where I rock at math. I know, fate has done the impossible.

8AM Skills Ensemble- Another composition graduate sudent! This guy- Dick Dickinson (his parents must have been horrid) - is a pretty cool guy. You can tell he was the nerd in high school that crushed on girls and locked himself in his room listening to Eric Clapton and playing COD. The poor guy is always a bit nervous at the beginning of class as I can see his hands shaking while he speaks. But, like I said, he's one cool dude.

9:30AM Experiencing Music- This professor. Whoa. She had each of us (40 in all) say our name, our principle instrument, where we are from, and one interesting fact about ourselves. It took the entire class period, but we did it. And, at the end, she went down the row and listed everything each one of us said. She is truly otherworldly. The next time we met, she did it again, even though we were seated differently. I like her as well. A bit of a hippie with greasy hair and a strange outlook on life, but she's interesting and that's what's important. I made the mistake of stating I have color graphimic synesthesia as my interesting fact and she told me that I must one day take the time to explain it to thA class. Apparently more people are aware of what that is than I originally thought. I was not left alone the entire day bcause of the bombardment of comments resembling, "I'm so jealous!", etc. Really guys, it's not that cool if you like math. Readers, if you don't know what it is, go look it up. I'm tired of explaining it.

Continued on Saturday. Yes, I have more classes. A lot more.