New School, New Blog Name, New Day
Today's journal entry comes to you courtesy of San Jose State Student Union, providers of free electrical sockets and internet to students since....I don't know, whenever they put in those connections here. Honestly. Am I supposed to know everything? Open a book!

Three classes down of today's four. Things are looking pretty good, so far.

Class 1 (A science-fiction & fantasy literature class) has a very nice professor. I was a little worried when I saw the reading list online last week, with it's inclusion of *shudder* Octavia Butler and Ursula LeGuinn....and it's true, the frelling teacher is going to be injecting her whole "women's roles in sciffi" political agenda into the whole thing, but she does admit that she came up with the reading list over the weekend and plans to revise it heavily. So call it a win.

Class 2 was agonizing. Please, teachers, for the love of all that's holy, unholy, and agnostic, while some students might be marginally interested in your background, realize: nobody cares about more than the last few years. We certainly are not cutting each other's throats to add your class because you started off with your baby pictures. (Note: this teacher actually TOLD HER LIFE HISTORY FROM BABY PICTURES ON)

Class 3 was short. The Dean of the department showed up and gave us the green sheet. We were promised an actual professor by thursday. Oh, I hope we get a good one! Maybe something in blue.


The campus experience is definitely different to any of the others that I've had. Washington was a very indoor school, since the weather was so frequently a bucket of ass. De Anza seemed to have a lot less money, but they spent it better. We had fireside lounges and good places to kick back. This "real" college seems to throw money at whatever it feels like that day. I'm sharing a table with two random guys right now, just because there are so few seats. Incidentally, Frank and Cho say "Hello". We're all laptoppers, so I've bid a fond farewell to their bloggies as well. But despite the lack of such basic accomodations as seating, there are TWO machines on which I can play Street Fighter IV. This says something about the human condition. I'm not exactly sure what it says, but it says something.

If there's one thing I've forgotten about college in all the time I've been half-assing it, it's...women and children cover your eyes now...the fact that so many of the girls here can't wait to shove out.....Crap. I can't do it. Sorry, but I just can't disgrace the written language with something like that unless there's a real need. And there went the self-promise to make this a dead-accurate portrayal of my college experience. I made it a whole page with that resolution. On a half-assed attempt to keep the resolution mostly intact, I am going to leave that last bit though, which is exactly what I said in my head as I tried to type lascivious commentary.

We have a bowling alley. Serious! There's a freakin' BOWLLING ALLEY right below me. Sadly, not free. But you can get something like fifteen games for forty bucks. So pretty good.

I'm walking around all day with people whose average age seems to be about nineteen. It's actually making me feel a little old. Which is not something that's very hard to do right now, since my birthday is just around the corner (on our nearest national day of mourning), and I'm about six years older than these people already. But the more I sit and watch, the gladder I am that I'm not that age anymore. Every person that walks by is trying to hard to impress everyone...from fancy fake clothes and affected appearances of aggression, to glittery gold-colored glasses and scared silver hearts. It's much more comfortable to me to be older and secure in myself, able to sit off to the side and just be alliteratively agnostic.

Fourth class awaits!