I walked into my Journalism 2100H class to be asked "have you heard that this class is tough? You heard right." I might as well have walked right back out. I don't want to be a reporter; all of these writing classes that involve awkwardly interviewing people are highly unnecessary. I would like to sit in a newsroom and boss others around. I don't know why that's so difficult for MU to understand.
My Multiculturalism class sounds super interesting though; there are debates every class and all I have to do is listen and write about four of them and participate in three. Sounds perfect - debating is so much fun! I remember in high school I took this science class with Angela and Will and I literally received 100% on one of the debates where Angela and I just attacked each other for an hour and a half (good old block scheduling.) I doubt that will happen in this class - well, to that extent - but nevertheless I'm pretty excited.
I have this J2000 class, which is called cross-cultural but apparently is simply for telling you that you're racist. Which is annoying. I don't think I'm that racist...
I'm also in six hours of science. Please, kill me now. I'm the foursquare mayor of the Physics building on campus, thankyouverymuch. And it's only the beginning of week two.
English class is English class; we're focusing on London this semester, which would be cool if we weren't reading "the Condition of the Working Class in England." Nope, not joking. Wish I were.
Since this blog is supposed to be about my apartment, let me just inform you all. I'm quite convinced my apartment is haunted. Last night I woke up from dozing and it was pitch black and all of a sudden! The corner of my large Chicago poster fell off the wall. I used those super secure 3M strips to hang that bitch up! And then, on cue, the Arlington Heights post-it I'd used to label where Emily lives, fell down! The floor boards were creaking, this weird burning scent kept appearing (I swear, I burned nothing. NOTHING!) and my stupid fridge makes a sound that sounds like a doorknob about every 20 minutes and scares the living daylights out of me EVERY TIME. It's truly astounding.
Fun fact, my building, in case you were wondering, was built in the 1920s. It's seriously so old, that there are second doors that used to be used for ice delivery. No central air, and I'm pretty sure that some of my furniture they gave me is from then too.
Naturally, as I lie awake last night, imagining ghosts haunting my apartment and being angry I'd changed the color (or whatever, ghosts are always portrayed as petty in shows like Charmed,) I may or may not have been scared shitless.
I feel like that's pretty good though. I wasn't afraid of any of the normal, logical things a 19 year old girl living alone in an apartment in not exactly the best part of town should be afraid of. Rather, I fear something that I'm quite certain of, intellectually, doesn't exist...
Unless the ghost is reading over my shoulder and laughing to himself/herself right now! and now they're going to make my night even more scary than the last one! :O OH NO!
Haha. SIDENOTE: bought tickets to Spring Awakening for October - only like 18 bucks! bargain! Also, made the lady let me buy mine with my student ID that I'd forgotten. Played the pity card - MY APARTMENT IS HAUNTED! gosh. Looking forward to that!
KOMU tonight sucked. I can't even talk about it. And I really really messed up. sooo badly.
Tomorrow night, I'll do better.
Applying for job at the Rec as a lifeguard Thursday! Wish me luck - I would love love love love a job at the Rec.
More projects for the apartment will come up eventually! Just been a little distracted. :P
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