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transomwhiplassSo I'm in the process of falling deeply in love with my major, it's a glorious thing. This is the actualizing moment I've been waiting for all of these years. Honestly, there couldn't have been a better crafted course of study for me to take. Architecture has everything:
- Math
- Science
- History
- Design
- Philosophy (at times)
- Politics
Not to forget, the "hectic" schedule is saving my freaking life right now. I can't procrastinate - it's impossible with deadlines that are so on top of eachother: something is due every single class so I'm constantly spending time in the studio and working between 181 & 202 assignments. Falling behind just simply isn't and option.
The only problem I'm having right now is confirming deadlines and the details of assignments. I've had some trouble with that but I think I'm getting on the right track. The thing about architecture instructors is that the seem to have an affinity for being totally vague - that's kind of irritating especially when I find out I need to be working on this one thing by looking around and seeing that almost everyone is done with it. Bah.
So far I've been really pushed by the assignments (and my classmates), the desire to get something out of stabbing myself with pins and near-slice experience with exacto knives really has me thinking about what I need to accomplish. The fact that there are actually people to rival and compete with has been an utter rarity since I got to college. That sounds so horrible, but it's true - I'm glad my fancy high school education has counted for something ($35-40K was a lot to invest for a pithy $1000/term scholarship otherwise).
Things are not easy, but they aren't overwhelming either and I'm taking that to be a good thing. I'm excited, I'm nervous, I'm giddy.
Ack. Though there is this one girl.. she is a total freak. Not a bad freak, but like take my freakishness and increase it exponentially and you get her. It's lame because I want to be just like her, she makes me feel like I don't love my major a 1/100th as much as she does. It's really kind of intimidating but it's something I'll have to get over. Part of me thinks this could be a "Laura" situation where I have this hate-tastic silent rivalry only to later become really good friends with them and realize they aren't as overwhelmingly superior - just cool and ambitious, something to learn from. The fact that I don't hate her guts is probably a good sign I've matured a bit since high school (woo!), but we'll see what happens.
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Volleyball was pretty awesome today. The last two classes were pretty much the pinnacle of humiliation. People in the class were obviously on high school teams and like, didn't suck.. at all. The balls I hit never went where I wanted them to go, sometimes I didn't hit them at all and eventually the silent prayer "please don't let it come to me" started playing on repeat in my head (which sucks since this was supposed to be fun and educational - not an hour of torture twice weekly). I thought the embarassment couldn't get worse until my teacher, after the last class, pulled aside at the end of class to give me personal pointers. Yes, I was a "special" case. wwwooooo durrr.. She fixed my platform which apparently was wrong (how you hold your hands out in front of you to hit the ball) even though I was doing the best to mimic what she taught us. I was pretty mortified after that until at the start of class today when we were warming up - my balls started going where I wanted them to 70% of the time: there was actually control. We ran a drill which pretty much was badness again, but I eventually sort of got the hang of it. However, when we did 6 on 6 I managed to pretty much hold my own: I personally got the team a few points which was sooo cool because the last two classes, I don't know if I succeeded in getting the ball over the net properly at all. So cool! Now I'm sad I don't have it until Tuesday and worried I'm going to go all stupid again.
Humanities is pretty cool-ish. I like Stern, he drove me beserk last Spring but he's definitely in his element in the smaller classroom: he knows how to engage people and I admire his style. I saw him today crossing the street and he actually stopped which forced me to go over and talk to him. The conversation was SO awkward and weird, but I think he knows I took one of his classes before though I doubt he remembers which one and my name. We'll see. I xeroxed the course packet which was uber productive of me and met a classmate in the process. I started jabbering on (I was in the extroverted-social Sarah phase pretty quickly, probably because she was insanely quiet and totally introverted) and quickly got my foot into my mouth. We were talking about upper division vs. lower division classes in difficulty and I was saying how HUM 103 (the class I had with Stern) was one of the hardest classes I've taken at this school but CLAS 321 was definitely one of the easiest. Apparently she was in that class and thought it was really difficult.. double durrr. I think I rescued the conversation by metioning that 3 years of Latin and a love of mythology probably didn't hurt, but I was still pretty embarassed.
ANYWAY. Look who is jabbering again. I have to go read/reshuffle my packet because somehow it got totally out of order before it was bound - d'oh! That's cool. One more class until freedom! Sort of. I'm going to try to get my architecture stuff out of the way before the weekend starts so I could end up spending the entire day there (8 AM - however long it takes.. yikes!)
- Math
- Science
- History
- Design
- Philosophy (at times)
- Politics
Not to forget, the "hectic" schedule is saving my freaking life right now. I can't procrastinate - it's impossible with deadlines that are so on top of eachother: something is due every single class so I'm constantly spending time in the studio and working between 181 & 202 assignments. Falling behind just simply isn't and option.
The only problem I'm having right now is confirming deadlines and the details of assignments. I've had some trouble with that but I think I'm getting on the right track. The thing about architecture instructors is that the seem to have an affinity for being totally vague - that's kind of irritating especially when I find out I need to be working on this one thing by looking around and seeing that almost everyone is done with it. Bah.
So far I've been really pushed by the assignments (and my classmates), the desire to get something out of stabbing myself with pins and near-slice experience with exacto knives really has me thinking about what I need to accomplish. The fact that there are actually people to rival and compete with has been an utter rarity since I got to college. That sounds so horrible, but it's true - I'm glad my fancy high school education has counted for something ($35-40K was a lot to invest for a pithy $1000/term scholarship otherwise).
Things are not easy, but they aren't overwhelming either and I'm taking that to be a good thing. I'm excited, I'm nervous, I'm giddy.
Ack. Though there is this one girl.. she is a total freak. Not a bad freak, but like take my freakishness and increase it exponentially and you get her. It's lame because I want to be just like her, she makes me feel like I don't love my major a 1/100th as much as she does. It's really kind of intimidating but it's something I'll have to get over. Part of me thinks this could be a "Laura" situation where I have this hate-tastic silent rivalry only to later become really good friends with them and realize they aren't as overwhelmingly superior - just cool and ambitious, something to learn from. The fact that I don't hate her guts is probably a good sign I've matured a bit since high school (woo!), but we'll see what happens.
---
Volleyball was pretty awesome today. The last two classes were pretty much the pinnacle of humiliation. People in the class were obviously on high school teams and like, didn't suck.. at all. The balls I hit never went where I wanted them to go, sometimes I didn't hit them at all and eventually the silent prayer "please don't let it come to me" started playing on repeat in my head (which sucks since this was supposed to be fun and educational - not an hour of torture twice weekly). I thought the embarassment couldn't get worse until my teacher, after the last class, pulled aside at the end of class to give me personal pointers. Yes, I was a "special" case. wwwooooo durrr.. She fixed my platform which apparently was wrong (how you hold your hands out in front of you to hit the ball) even though I was doing the best to mimic what she taught us. I was pretty mortified after that until at the start of class today when we were warming up - my balls started going where I wanted them to 70% of the time: there was actually control. We ran a drill which pretty much was badness again, but I eventually sort of got the hang of it. However, when we did 6 on 6 I managed to pretty much hold my own: I personally got the team a few points which was sooo cool because the last two classes, I don't know if I succeeded in getting the ball over the net properly at all. So cool! Now I'm sad I don't have it until Tuesday and worried I'm going to go all stupid again.
Humanities is pretty cool-ish. I like Stern, he drove me beserk last Spring but he's definitely in his element in the smaller classroom: he knows how to engage people and I admire his style. I saw him today crossing the street and he actually stopped which forced me to go over and talk to him. The conversation was SO awkward and weird, but I think he knows I took one of his classes before though I doubt he remembers which one and my name. We'll see. I xeroxed the course packet which was uber productive of me and met a classmate in the process. I started jabbering on (I was in the extroverted-social Sarah phase pretty quickly, probably because she was insanely quiet and totally introverted) and quickly got my foot into my mouth. We were talking about upper division vs. lower division classes in difficulty and I was saying how HUM 103 (the class I had with Stern) was one of the hardest classes I've taken at this school but CLAS 321 was definitely one of the easiest. Apparently she was in that class and thought it was really difficult.. double durrr. I think I rescued the conversation by metioning that 3 years of Latin and a love of mythology probably didn't hurt, but I was still pretty embarassed.
ANYWAY. Look who is jabbering again. I have to go read/reshuffle my packet because somehow it got totally out of order before it was bound - d'oh! That's cool. One more class until freedom! Sort of. I'm going to try to get my architecture stuff out of the way before the weekend starts so I could end up spending the entire day there (8 AM - however long it takes.. yikes!)
