Excerpts from the Peanut Gallery

1st year senior

Hey, so here is something fun. i am in my first year... and my last. See here is a lesson for all you kids out in tvland. Don't be like your auntie kiks here who left all her first year core classes til the last semester of her final year. Then you end up reliving your freshman year. But i do have to say this, its not so bad, other than being waitlisted like every other freshman due to an "incident" with enrolment services (don't even get me started...). But hey i am going back to the first year and reliving the good and the bad.

Here are the good:
- enjoying the community and excitment of classes with people from all walks of life who still don't know where they are going, because hey- they haven't even declared a major yet and if they have, lets be serious, they will definately change it at least three or four times by the time they are done. Now i don't have to worry about the fact that NO- i do NOT know what i will be doing come april. so don't ask. i am ahead of the game just by having a major picked out.
- Basking in the glory shed by having the cult hero profs of yore. yes thats right, one paul hughes in the Townsend tradition of cult heroishness. You hear their names in the caf, in the atrium, in the make-out-lounge... they are so cool, so hip, so wise and they make reference to cheesy pastor references to pop culture. Watch in awe as they skilfully mock all that is embodied by Smitty or sermons that look for God in the matrix. Just wait kids, it only gets better. Soon you'll hear RELS profs with guitars and BIO profs who have lost their budgies. It only gets better.
-I forgot how much/little reading there is. I mean there is a lot of reading... but its not like you actually have to DO it!

As for the bad:
well, lets just try and look on the brightside for now...

posted by Kiki @ 12:23 p.m.