Sean Nichols (mrputter) wrote,
Sean Nichols

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Parte the firste: in which I bitch

Well, this semester's been off to a rip-roaring start so far.

On the very very last day that we could register, they moved one of my classes into a timeslot that conflicted with another, and I got auto-dropped. Great. O well, it's not a big deal, really. I went down from 6 classes to 5, which is the norm anyway (I was just trying to be some kind of super over-achiever type for my last term here). So yeah.

I'm really not that pissed off.

Parte the seconde: in which I discuss boring stuffs

The bitching over with, now, things have been pretty cool. I'm totally overloading my free time with activities... grr. This was supposed to be my "sit back and relax" term (well, aside from the whole "six courses" thing, but they're six (relatively) easy courses). I was supposed to be taking it easy, letting things kinda wash over me, and watching the GPA go up.


So much for that idea.

Between... oh, all the usual suspects: clubs, work, ACM (not on a programming team this term, but still on the ACM council), evening courses (Sun Java Certification) and so on, I have, oh, ZERO free time this semester. Again.

How do I get myself into it? I swore I wouldn't be on the executive committee for either the drama club or the debate club this term, and here I am on the excos for both. Pah.


But most of my courses (with one exception; to be detailed later) are all CMP core courses, where I kixzor asszor, and can get 'A's without even trying, really (it's funny, most people hate the core courses, and make up marks on the free electives; I love the core courses, and my free electives drag my GPA down). So that should be pretty cool.

And the "Nausheen Thing" is pretty much over, I guess. Oh, I still get pangs in my heart from time to time... (okay, make that, like, for an hour every night) ... but I'll get over it. Eventually.

I guess.

Although we're still in that uncomfortable, awkward stage where it's obvious we can't really go back to "just friends" and pretend that nothing happened, but really want to anyway and refuse to admit the obvious.

Okay. This was so NOT supposed to be a bitch session. Because really, I'm not depressed. Honestly! I'm actually really upbeat right now.

So I'll shut up about that.

Parte the thirde: in which I gush

Because I am so so so in love with this course I'm taking. The fifth, the one that's not a CMP course. It's actually a Film Criticism course. I kinda signed up for it on a whim; not really knowing what I was getting into... it's a brand-new course, and isn't even in the catalog or anything. But I figured, oh what the hell. Sounds fun. And just clicked on it as the spur-of-the-moment thing.

And WHEE! It's so awesome!!!111!

The teacher is brilliant; I totally have the biggest crush on the guy. He reminds me of my IB English Lit professor back at Burnaby South, Mr. Prosser, whom I loved to pieces. Like, Charles Keating from Dead Poets' Society. Squared.

He's totally enthusiastic about this course; it's "his baby," entirely designed and run by him alone. He apparently was in the film business for 20 years back in the US, and it's obvious he knows a lot about it.

The course is once a week, for three hours a pop. And just on our first day, he took us on a whirlwind tour of a dozen or more movies, making cross-references between them, relating them to mythology and stuff, pointing out bits and pieces with a director's super-critical eyes, and generally being awesome. He was all about "cultural literacy" and gave us a half-hour pop quiz on, well, everything. But mainly cultural-type everything (does that make any sense) and how it would relate to film-making and film-watching.

Ooooooh! So awesome!

It's been way way too long since I did this stuff. Damnit. I've been sitting behind a keyboard for seven years, now. I haven't done any serious literature or drama since fecking High School. And it so shows. I've always thought of myself as being a fairly literate person; able to hold my own, at least, in a literary discussion.

Uh.... no.

That class was such an eye-opener. It showed me just how out-of-practice I really am. Damn! Gotta git back in shape, boy!

And I forgot HOW FUCKING MUCH I love drama. I mean really really LOVE drama. About how I was once this close to becoming a Theater major.


Computer Science, you evil enticer, you... release me from your poisonous clutches!

Parte the fourthe: in which I pretend to be multilingual

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love languages.

I was just told by a friend that I speak "tuutii-phuutii hindi." And apparently, this is a fairly common expression in some parts. It comes from the words "tuutna" (to break) and "phuutna" (to explode). Hence: "broken and exploded hindi."

Hee hee hee hee... I can't stop giggling. That's so brilliant.

Parte the fifthe: in which THE TROGDOR COMES IN THE NIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!

(Okay. Too much Strong Bad.)

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