If There's A Chance We Can Make It Now

wow. holy shite.

living in a place to remote to get internet really fucks up all your internet addictions. like blogging, for example. nearly two months since my last post!
and oh so much has happened.

and oh so much is key for i moved into university!!! yay me! for being a smart kid.

it is the second week that i have been here, and tomorrow marks one week of classes. so that is really and truly exciting. i actually really like my classes. or most of them anyways.

philosophy -- the first class i went to ever! not really something im interested in at all, just a requirement for my program (which is history, by the way). my prof is literally a wing nut. he is fucking crazy. the first class wasnt even ten mins long. he got us all sat down, then said "go buy this book, bye." so far, i have seen him only dress in black. and black jeans that are too tight, and a black shirt. like i said wing nut.

geography -- or rather, society and the environment -- this class is great! seriously. i think i will really enjoy it. my prof is this super cool guy, who is from africa, but lived in france for years, and now here. we so far, share the same view points on the topics hes talked about. so thats really cool. he is just generally awesome to listen to. and his voice doesnt make me wanna rip my hair out. so bonus!!

history of europe before the 18th century -- although this is what i love, i feel like it will, by far, be my hardest course. mostly because my prof is this old guy, who, really interesting to listen to, hasnt given in to technology. so that means he doesnt use power point, he just has overheads, which so far have only been maps. he doesnt use a mic, which i cant understand why the hell not, since the room beside us under construction. and he basically just jumps from one thing to another, and expects you to get it all down. holy lord, sir, slow the fuck down.

essay writing -- ughh, kill me now! the subject alone makes this the worst class ever, but add the fact that my prof is deaf, and this becomes unbearable. i hate to say it, but her stupid deaf person voice makes me want to deafen myself, maybe with knitting needles, maybe explosives. anything, so i dont have to hear her anymore. by the end of this class i better be the best fucking essay writer of life.

greek studies -- this class also seems really cool. learning all about greek culture, before most places even thought of having culture. actually really interesting so far. hopefully it stays that way. i have already learned the first three letters of the greek alphabet. and that the world alphabet, came from the greek word alphabeta, which is the first two letters of it. but directly translated means house of the ox, because alpha means ox, and beta means house. neat eh? i thought so.

so thats just a look at what i have been doing since leaving my beloved park.
i wont whine and mention house much i miss silence, and trees, and even raykins.