I signed up for classes the other day, and went ahead and signed up for a full courseload, even though I know that I’m technically not supposed to. they said that I am only supposed to take the classes that I need in order to graduate. and by talking about this on my blog, I guess I’m ruining my opportunities to plea ignorance should they give me a hard time next semester, when they realize I’m overstepping my bounds. the thing is, who am I hurting by taking these two extra classes? ideally, I will add to the classroom experience, right? right.the classes that I’ve registered for are as follows:
- a class on vladimir nabokov, a superb russian author
- my final russian course, which should thankfully be a review of the previous three semesters
- the creative writing tutorial (one-on-one with a professor) in which I will either attempt to make serious progress on the novel-in-the-making “Never Enough” which I began during my first college semester or begin work on that children’s novel about a chipmunk
- last but not least, I will be taking the “advanced” poetry class, perhaps again with the professor who is teaching my intro class this semester.
I’m pretty excited about all of that. I even had the pleasure of clicking the “notify of intent to graduate” button on the web interface, a pleasure that comes only once in the college career. this is it, I’m gonna graduate! awesome, I’ll start planning a party now so that everyone can come and bring me cards with tons of cash inside 😉
I have a new poem posted, but it’s been up for about a week, so if you haven’t read it already then you obviously don’t care anyway. and I’m considering adding a whole lot more pictures to the pictures page, so check back and see if I’ve managed that yet.
finally, take a look at the picture above. if you don’t know the story on it, here it is: this is a picture of the amount of sky that would be hidden by a dime seventy-five feet away from you. now imagine all of the stuff in this picture filling up the rest of the nighttime sky. that’s a lot of shit. now read my essay about space and quantum theory. I promise I’ll revisit the issue with a better-written essay sometime in the future. if I live that long…