My first day of class went well. None of my classes seem too tough. I do have a lot of work to do though, but it's mostly writing, so it isn't that bad. The best class I have is my Literary Criticism class. Why? Well, in a class of 35, there are only three males, myself included. So, in other words, I get to spend three hours a week discussing literature, something I love to do, with lots and lots of girls. Awesome.
Oh, and I picked up The Scar by China Meiville yesterday. So far so good. I've got pretty high expectations of this book; Perdido Street Station was great, but its storyline suffered from a lack of experience on the author's part, so hopefully he will have fixed his the problems in this book.
Oh, and I picked up The Scar by China Meiville yesterday. So far so good. I've got pretty high expectations of this book; Perdido Street Station was great, but its storyline suffered from a lack of experience on the author's part, so hopefully he will have fixed his the problems in this book.
He was a lot less scary when I met him again a few years ago when he and I were in different bands sharing the stage at a benefit concert. (And he did really start easing up on me in class when he found out I was a guitarist, too.)
He was less scary again when I found out that he was a friend of my gf's family, and that her younger sister once picked him up and spun him around.
I'd kill for a photo of that moment.
And I've often described the ratio of girls to guys in most of my classes as 30:me.
Those were good times.