I just got back from my advising appointment. I will be taking sixteen credits next semester. That is, unless I change my mind. I will be taking the following classes:
REL 223 - Paul's Letters
HIST 246 - East Asia to 1800
ENG 215B - Survey of British Literature I
ENG 337 - History of the English Language
JAP 202 - Japanese II
For Developing the Christian Mind, I'm thinking about taking a C.S.Lewis class wherein I will be reading both The Screwtape Letters and Mere Christianity.
Pretty sweet, eh? You're all jealous. Especially Dad. I can tell.
Love,
Me
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Chicago, Milo, and Blackouts
Friends, Romans, Countrymen:
I really must get better at this blogging thing, mostly for the sake of my dear parents and siblings. So, what have I done since I last wrote? Firstly, I ended up in a play. Don't ask me how I manage to get myself into these things. I just do. It's like when I scored the Ghost of Christmas Past in ICS's big (and only) musical production of the year. Did I audition? No. My reputation must precede me. You see, my roommate Kate is a theatre major, and she brought me with her to meet the producer of the Stories of Alaska theatre production. I was only going to meet the producer since she has studied in Sweden and consequently speaks Swedish fluently. While I was there, Kate asked me to audition, and I, being the kind and benevolent soul that I am, obliged. I made call backs, which were on Monday, after which I scored a part in the ensemble. Do I know what that means? No. But I have a feeling it's something like a glorified background dancer. Don't misunderstand me. I do like my part to play in the ensemble, it just seems very foreign to me at the moment. Have never considered myself much of a dancer.
Other than the accidental audition, the evening went well. I got to know the producer. She's really nice. She even likes Pelle Svanslös. (A very famous Swedish story, and now tv series, about a country cat who comes to live in the city.) So that's always a bonus. Haven't yet had the opportunity to talk to her at length since then, but one day I will find the time.
On Oct. 18, I went to Chicago with a bus of international students. I had a huge banana nut muffin for breakfast and half of the largest croissant I have ever seen in my life. Yes, I stuffed myself. But it was cold and I ate too fast, and so I didn't feel full until afterwards. You try resisting a banana nut muffin and let me know how you fail...I mean, fare. Just realized that banana nut muffin bit wasn't very relevant to the story. When we arrived in Chicago, our first stop was at the Museum of Science and Industry. My friends and I traversed through an underground mine and looked at giant airplanes suspended from the ceiling. After the museum, we continued to Chinatown for lunch. I continued to stuff myself on dim sum, spring rolls, and other fried things which I have not eaten for quite a while. At a small shop, I even discovered a glass jar of Milo, which I promptly bought and which is now safely stowed away in my one kitchen cupboard.
The successful shopping in Chinatown only whetted my appetite for the city. We continued our journey into the heart of Chicago, where we were given three hours to go shopping. (Upon reading this, my father runs off to check our joint checking account for any recent purchases I may have made.) Have no fear, father. I bought nothing. Only Milo. Although, I was tempted to buy this black winter coat that looked very much like something Desiderius Erasmus would have worn. Ah, to think that this very minute I could be dressed like 16th century orator and theologian.
We finished the evening with a visit to the Sears Tower, after which we packed into the bus and promptly fell asleep.
Other than that, I have been keeping busy with school. I have my Japanese midterm on Thursday. I also need to visit a Frank Lloyd Weber house for my Visual Culture class (which sounds much more exciting than it is). Yesterday, I left my Calvin ID at home and subsequently could not eat in the cafeteria. The entire campus had a blackout last Thursday that lasted for about two hours. My Visual Culture class was canceled, as the room was plunged into complete darkness. I cannot deny that I blinded some people with my camera flash.
On Sunday, however, I did (brace yourself, father) buy two pairs of sweatpants. J.C. Penney was having a sale, and I really needed a pair. It's cold to walk from the gym to the apartment in basketball shorts in zero degrees weather. I feel so exposed.
That's what I have for now. I shall try to be more morally inspiring next time.
Sincerely,
Otha the Troll Sorceress
I really must get better at this blogging thing, mostly for the sake of my dear parents and siblings. So, what have I done since I last wrote? Firstly, I ended up in a play. Don't ask me how I manage to get myself into these things. I just do. It's like when I scored the Ghost of Christmas Past in ICS's big (and only) musical production of the year. Did I audition? No. My reputation must precede me. You see, my roommate Kate is a theatre major, and she brought me with her to meet the producer of the Stories of Alaska theatre production. I was only going to meet the producer since she has studied in Sweden and consequently speaks Swedish fluently. While I was there, Kate asked me to audition, and I, being the kind and benevolent soul that I am, obliged. I made call backs, which were on Monday, after which I scored a part in the ensemble. Do I know what that means? No. But I have a feeling it's something like a glorified background dancer. Don't misunderstand me. I do like my part to play in the ensemble, it just seems very foreign to me at the moment. Have never considered myself much of a dancer.
Other than the accidental audition, the evening went well. I got to know the producer. She's really nice. She even likes Pelle Svanslös. (A very famous Swedish story, and now tv series, about a country cat who comes to live in the city.) So that's always a bonus. Haven't yet had the opportunity to talk to her at length since then, but one day I will find the time.
On Oct. 18, I went to Chicago with a bus of international students. I had a huge banana nut muffin for breakfast and half of the largest croissant I have ever seen in my life. Yes, I stuffed myself. But it was cold and I ate too fast, and so I didn't feel full until afterwards. You try resisting a banana nut muffin and let me know how you fail...I mean, fare. Just realized that banana nut muffin bit wasn't very relevant to the story. When we arrived in Chicago, our first stop was at the Museum of Science and Industry. My friends and I traversed through an underground mine and looked at giant airplanes suspended from the ceiling. After the museum, we continued to Chinatown for lunch. I continued to stuff myself on dim sum, spring rolls, and other fried things which I have not eaten for quite a while. At a small shop, I even discovered a glass jar of Milo, which I promptly bought and which is now safely stowed away in my one kitchen cupboard.
The successful shopping in Chinatown only whetted my appetite for the city. We continued our journey into the heart of Chicago, where we were given three hours to go shopping. (Upon reading this, my father runs off to check our joint checking account for any recent purchases I may have made.) Have no fear, father. I bought nothing. Only Milo. Although, I was tempted to buy this black winter coat that looked very much like something Desiderius Erasmus would have worn. Ah, to think that this very minute I could be dressed like 16th century orator and theologian.We finished the evening with a visit to the Sears Tower, after which we packed into the bus and promptly fell asleep.
Other than that, I have been keeping busy with school. I have my Japanese midterm on Thursday. I also need to visit a Frank Lloyd Weber house for my Visual Culture class (which sounds much more exciting than it is). Yesterday, I left my Calvin ID at home and subsequently could not eat in the cafeteria. The entire campus had a blackout last Thursday that lasted for about two hours. My Visual Culture class was canceled, as the room was plunged into complete darkness. I cannot deny that I blinded some people with my camera flash.On Sunday, however, I did (brace yourself, father) buy two pairs of sweatpants. J.C. Penney was having a sale, and I really needed a pair. It's cold to walk from the gym to the apartment in basketball shorts in zero degrees weather. I feel so exposed.
That's what I have for now. I shall try to be more morally inspiring next time.
Sincerely,
Otha the Troll Sorceress
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
The Things We Do
I'm sure you've heard horror stories of bad roommates. When I first arrived, I was afraid I would end up with someone very strange. It was all fine to begin with, but recently there has been some strange tension in the air. I realized I had been lulled into a false sense of security.
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