So I'm back... back in black.
Okay, so I'm not in black, but I am back in the burg!! Woo-Hoo!!! The roomie and I rearranged the room... it's much more spacious now. Still not very feng shui... my desk still faces away from the door... aparently that's very bad for the flow of energy *shrugs* or so my World Religions professor told me Freshman year (Dr. Hagen, God rest his soul)
Classes are decent, I've had each one once... I'm not thrilled about any of them, except maybe my poetry class's professor who's pretty cool. "Shit" is his, self-proclaimed, favorite word, and he said what/where the fuck more than once in today's class. He's a rather excentric fellow.
One of my spanish professors, get this, speaks completely in spanish the whole class. CrAzY, I know, right? No pauses for clarification, nada. Tres gay! I basically hate that class already, if I knew how to say "bugger off" in Spanish, that would be my response to every question she asked.
More to come on my class happenings as the year progresses.