Class has Started
So, I have been really terrible about updating my live journal for last, almost, two weeks.
Frosh week ended. My hair is still maroon. I got beaten up during capture the leader. My legs are still bruised, and the scrapes on the rest of my body have almost healed.
Class has started. I have math 245 with Jackson. He wasn't there today; but he was there this morning!! This guy is so awesome. The accent keeps making me think of Dylan Thomas (for obvious reasons). I have math 247 with Spronk. He seems really nice; and I have heard good things about him. I have math 249 with Godsil, who, although I know I have heard his name, no one seems to have a review of his teaching.
Last night I went to my first 'Intro to Russian Thought and Culture' lecture. It seems like it is going to be interesting; but very, very, very easy. My other elective course this term in Econ 101 with Larry Smith. It is being held on Thursday from 7-10pm, so I haven't heard any lectures yet. I was going to take CS 240 as a sixth course; but I went to the lecture yesterday, and came to the conclusion that I would never stay awake, and could learn more just studying some books on data structures and algorithms on my own.
The roommate search continues. Almost everyone still looking is looking for a place for only four months. Over the weekend, when I didn't have a chance to check my e-mail, eight people sent in requests for information. Two more arrived since last night. One wrote back to say she found a place. One I turned down because he was looking for a place for only two months (good luck!). One other has gotten back to me. She is graduate student at Laurier, and wants to see the house tomorrow evening.
I have been feeling kind of nervous after my run-in with the potential roommate who didn't understand the meaning of NO. I talked to him, and felt kind of funny; but I didn't know what to make of it. Anyway, the second to last time I talked to him, I said "I can't promise you anything, until you talk to J." Apparently, he interpreted this to mean "Sure, you can move in tonight.", because what he said next was "Cool, I'll be there this evening with my stuff." and hung up. I tried to call him back; but he wasn't picking up. Anyway, in person he made me even more nervous than on the phone, so I turned him away. This has never happened before. I have never met anyone I didn't feel safe around. I am locking my doors and windows as soon as I get home now.
Frosh week ended. My hair is still maroon. I got beaten up during capture the leader. My legs are still bruised, and the scrapes on the rest of my body have almost healed.
Class has started. I have math 245 with Jackson. He wasn't there today; but he was there this morning!! This guy is so awesome. The accent keeps making me think of Dylan Thomas (for obvious reasons). I have math 247 with Spronk. He seems really nice; and I have heard good things about him. I have math 249 with Godsil, who, although I know I have heard his name, no one seems to have a review of his teaching.
Last night I went to my first 'Intro to Russian Thought and Culture' lecture. It seems like it is going to be interesting; but very, very, very easy. My other elective course this term in Econ 101 with Larry Smith. It is being held on Thursday from 7-10pm, so I haven't heard any lectures yet. I was going to take CS 240 as a sixth course; but I went to the lecture yesterday, and came to the conclusion that I would never stay awake, and could learn more just studying some books on data structures and algorithms on my own.
The roommate search continues. Almost everyone still looking is looking for a place for only four months. Over the weekend, when I didn't have a chance to check my e-mail, eight people sent in requests for information. Two more arrived since last night. One wrote back to say she found a place. One I turned down because he was looking for a place for only two months (good luck!). One other has gotten back to me. She is graduate student at Laurier, and wants to see the house tomorrow evening.
I have been feeling kind of nervous after my run-in with the potential roommate who didn't understand the meaning of NO. I talked to him, and felt kind of funny; but I didn't know what to make of it. Anyway, the second to last time I talked to him, I said "I can't promise you anything, until you talk to J." Apparently, he interpreted this to mean "Sure, you can move in tonight.", because what he said next was "Cool, I'll be there this evening with my stuff." and hung up. I tried to call him back; but he wasn't picking up. Anyway, in person he made me even more nervous than on the phone, so I turned him away. This has never happened before. I have never met anyone I didn't feel safe around. I am locking my doors and windows as soon as I get home now.