"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

First Classes

~It doesn't make much difference what you study, as long as you don't like it.
~Finley Peter Dunne

First day of classes... oh my. So, I usually have a hard time sleeping some place new. I woke up so much last night though. I had a brace on my ankle and it was cutting into my foot. I should have taken it off but I remembered the pain from the first night and every time I rolled over...

So I got up, got ready, and headed to campus-45 minutes before my first class, hobbling on crutches. Ya, those things are exhausting. I would go back and forth-crutches and limping. Limping was easier, but hurt. Haha, I probably looked pretty interesting carrying my crutches while I limped around.

Anyway, I got to my building about 25 minutes before class started and read a novel I got for Christmas :)

French 201 was first. Let's see, there was a girl from the study abroad I was going to go on. And there was a girl from my high school. I understood some of what the professor said, not as much as I wanted. We had to talk to someone and then introduce them to the class. Always fun-haha. And we got homework-and he admitted we'd have a lot.

I had an hour break before British Literary History part 1... I am not excited about that class. The class was interesting in that most English classes have at least 75% girls... I think it was almost reversed. The teacher had really good rating on rate my professor so I was excited about that. First off she gave us three reasons not to take the class...

1-we are covering over 1000 years of literature-meaning a "butt-load" of reading

2-she is a hard grader on essays and such

3-I think this one was about how she didn't skim things-such as possibly not as appropriate things. And she'll swear sometimes

She really had lots to say to make the class sound terrible. We introduced everyone and such and started material. What I want to know is how literary history teachers can talk and talk and I have no idea where they are coming from or how everything ties together...

I managed to hobble back to my apartment-I was shaking from the effort. So now I'm pretty sure I'll be in my apartment the rest of the night :) Not that I have a problem with that, I just feel like I should be busier and going and doing stuff. I don't know.
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  1. Corey WilkeyJanuary 5, 2011 at 10:30 AM

    haha "should" is the keyword darling ;) hahaha

    sorry that your crutches are kicking your fanny! i hate them so much! hope you dont need them for too much longer!

    and good luck in your literature class! sounds like fun, but totally a lot of work! good thing is that it is in the area of things that you like, so shouldn't be too bad!

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