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I think I might be too old for dorm life
Jan. 18th, 2012 02:48 pm It's my first week back and I love learning but I hate almost all my classmates. My dorm mates insists on being obnoxiously loud until really late at night (last night then only shut the fuck up at about three). I need to sleep and the walls are made of fucking cardboard. Why was one of them rapping at three? WHY? Last semester, I had to endure a sex phone call.
As far as my actual classes are concerned, I'm really excited. Intro to Cancer is probably the first class I've ever taken that will take an almost purely medical look on a subject. We'll even do mock-case files. I'm also taking another class on apiculture, which I I'll probably never use but I hope will be extremely interesting. conditioning and Learning might teach me some good study techniques, but I only really included that class because it fit my schedule. I also included a class on the experiences of gays and lesbians in the USA, for the same reason. There's also biochem lab, which, like most labs, will probably be tedious and boring.
I also went back to work and while I'm relieved to have an income again, I really hate it on most days. I couldn't relate to most teens when I was one, now I just want to never ever engage them. To be perfectly honest, it's probably mostly my fault. I don't do good when I'm forced to interact with many people at once. I'm a one-on-one kind of person. There's at least one girl who really likes me and thinks I explain the concepts really well, but that's just one girl out many, many kids. Still, yesterday I was expected to tutor a pair of kids who clearly had a thing for each other. They spent most of the time giggling and play wrestling, and the immature sexual comments got increasingly inappropriate. Not a day I hope to repeat.
I need to go tot he gym more, but now the cold is keeping me huddled at my dorm. It helps me sleep and manage my depression, which has been acting up even though my life is objectively going well. I want to go right now, but it's too fucking windy and I couldn't afford a new coat so . . . Anyway, gym doesn't open until four regardless. And I should be able to buy a couple of heavy sweaters sometime next month. Except I also have bills to pay . . .
( But anyway, books I'm reading/want to read )
I would whine more but this is getting long. I'll close by saying that I wish La Fiesta del Chivo was available for the Kindle in Spanish.
As far as my actual classes are concerned, I'm really excited. Intro to Cancer is probably the first class I've ever taken that will take an almost purely medical look on a subject. We'll even do mock-case files. I'm also taking another class on apiculture, which I I'll probably never use but I hope will be extremely interesting. conditioning and Learning might teach me some good study techniques, but I only really included that class because it fit my schedule. I also included a class on the experiences of gays and lesbians in the USA, for the same reason. There's also biochem lab, which, like most labs, will probably be tedious and boring.
I also went back to work and while I'm relieved to have an income again, I really hate it on most days. I couldn't relate to most teens when I was one, now I just want to never ever engage them. To be perfectly honest, it's probably mostly my fault. I don't do good when I'm forced to interact with many people at once. I'm a one-on-one kind of person. There's at least one girl who really likes me and thinks I explain the concepts really well, but that's just one girl out many, many kids. Still, yesterday I was expected to tutor a pair of kids who clearly had a thing for each other. They spent most of the time giggling and play wrestling, and the immature sexual comments got increasingly inappropriate. Not a day I hope to repeat.
I need to go tot he gym more, but now the cold is keeping me huddled at my dorm. It helps me sleep and manage my depression, which has been acting up even though my life is objectively going well. I want to go right now, but it's too fucking windy and I couldn't afford a new coat so . . . Anyway, gym doesn't open until four regardless. And I should be able to buy a couple of heavy sweaters sometime next month. Except I also have bills to pay . . .
( But anyway, books I'm reading/want to read )
I would whine more but this is getting long. I'll close by saying that I wish La Fiesta del Chivo was available for the Kindle in Spanish.
