Bit of Ivory

Well– so far, so good. I’m currently sitting at a public computer that I had to wait in line for along with all the other underprivileged masses who don’t have laptops because Ginny still has not been restored to me. *le sigh* They ordered the parts for her and got them in, but they got the wrong hinges and so had to re-order those. Best Buy jerks.

Anyway, I got down to campus with 15 minutes to go before my first class started, only to find that all the spots in the G-zone (graduate) parking were full, half of them with cars that did not have a G parking sticker. So I had to park in Y-zone (undergrad) parking, depsite the fact that I paid an extra $20 for the privilege to park closer to campus. If life was just, they’d all get exorbitant parking tickets. As it is, they’ll probably let it slide. Parking jerks. Anyway, I managed to get a relatively close spot (there’s a certain lot that most undergrads don’t know about), and made it to class on time.

Class will be– difficult. But interesting. Funny thing is, it’s actually an undergrad class. Advanced critical theory. I didn’t take it as an undergrad, since literature wasn’t my emphasis, so I had to take it as a condition of my acceptance. We’ll be looking at Marxist criticism, feminist criticism, and either psychoanalytic criticism or post-colonial studies. The teacher is leaning toward post-colonial. Here’s hoping it wins. I’m not so much into psychoanalytic. Anyway, there’s a lot of reading, and the midterms will be a bear (he gives you from 7-14 questions in advance, you prepare all of them, take a single 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper of notes, and write an essay on 2-3 of them. Lots of work. But I’m sure I’ll learn a lot, which is a good thing.

One of the girls in the class was my next-door neighbor in the dorms my freshman year. She’s taking it as a non-degree seeking grad student to beef up her resume to get into grad school elsewhere. Class got out early so we had a nice catch-up chat as we walked aimlessly around campus, where we happened to run into her roommate that year (and therefore my other next-door neighbor), who I also happened to go to high school with. She’s in her final year of nursing school. I also ran into Daniel Tanner, who’s an ickle freshie from my neighborhood. Rather ironic that I would run into so many peole (especially two from back when I was a freshman in 1998), when I was thinking just this morning that most of my friends have graduated and that I wouldn’t see many people I know. Never say that on BYU campus, i guess.

My next class is the required Intro to Grad Studies class. It doesn’t start till 5. I hope we get out early tonight– I don’t feel like sitting in class for 2 hours today.

Then tommorrow is Tolkien and Friends in Text and Film (WHOOOOT!!!), and 18th-century British poetry (meh).

In the meantime, I think I’m going to take advantage of my new graduate student library circulation privilges, and get Kim and The Game. Whoot!