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elsajeniChicano Lit: exciting, with dorky overenthusiastic young professor. Also, both of the girls who are in EVERY SINGLE ENGLISH CLASS I TAKE are also in this class. Man, it's a good thing I like them.
Chinese: as expected. Had to introduce self and discuss what I did over the summer. Everyone but me did research to cure cancer; I went to Minnesota with my mom. I lose.
Linguistics: why do I always, always have a class with That One Guy? [Note: all college classes and many high school classes contain That One Guy. Think of the classmate of your worst nightmares. Now make him ten times more pretentious, and a pre-med, and inclined to make an enormous deal over how you're MISPRONOUNCING his NAME, which means DESTINY in SANSKRIT and is VERY IMPORTANT TO HIM. Now imagine he sits right next to you. Then stab yourself in the eye, because compared to listening to him blither about how brilliant he is for two hours, it's the better choice.] Later I'll try to recreate the delightful comic strip I drew about this during class on the computer, so I can post it here.
Biofeedback, which is not a class I'm taking but is something fairly major going on in my life at the moment: oddly enough, totally working. I'm not accustomed to shrinks actually, like, having an effect. I have been instructed not to obsessively check the door locks while driving my car, but instead to label the obsessive thought as such, remind myself that it is not real, take a deep breath, and think about something else. Bizarrely, this is totally working and I have not re-locked the doors even once since last Wednesday.
YMCA: awesome. They have a program where I get points for exercising, which eventually build up enough to where I get prizes. PRIZES, PEOPLE. HOLY CRAP. I LOVE THE YMCA EVEN IF THEY ARE A LITTLE WEIRD SOMETIMES. So far I have about 3600 points; the first prize is at 15000. I should be getting it around... ten weeks from now, I think? I'm not sure. I can't seem to make the number of points I earn per workout session work out properly in my head. I'm also having a fun social exercise time, because I've always worked out with my mom, but lately Luan and her husband Simon have started coming to our neighborhood Y as well, so now I meet my mom and Luan up there and we debate which weight machine looks most like a medieval torture device. Tomorrow I plan to ask her whether she thinks my plan for where I'd like to get a tattoo is a good idea, which I think she is qualified to answer on the grounds that she has A CRAPLOAD of tattoos. One of them is of BATMAN. It's pretty fucking awesome.
Oh, also. At the Y tonight, my mom and I were talking about the whole biofeedback thing, and how it really seems to be working out well, and how I have repeatedly mentioned being interested in going to teach English in China for a year after college, and she suggested that, if I keep up doing well in the biofeedback and eventually successfully start flying again, she might reward me with a trip to anywhere I want to go. Admittedly, rewarding me for costing a small fortune in therapy bills strikes me as somewhat counterintuitive, but on the other hand, I might get to go to China or somewhere else awesome at a time when I definitely would not be able to afford it on my own, which would be ten times more fucking awesome than Luan's tattoo of Batman.
Chinese: as expected. Had to introduce self and discuss what I did over the summer. Everyone but me did research to cure cancer; I went to Minnesota with my mom. I lose.
Linguistics: why do I always, always have a class with That One Guy? [Note: all college classes and many high school classes contain That One Guy. Think of the classmate of your worst nightmares. Now make him ten times more pretentious, and a pre-med, and inclined to make an enormous deal over how you're MISPRONOUNCING his NAME, which means DESTINY in SANSKRIT and is VERY IMPORTANT TO HIM. Now imagine he sits right next to you. Then stab yourself in the eye, because compared to listening to him blither about how brilliant he is for two hours, it's the better choice.] Later I'll try to recreate the delightful comic strip I drew about this during class on the computer, so I can post it here.
Biofeedback, which is not a class I'm taking but is something fairly major going on in my life at the moment: oddly enough, totally working. I'm not accustomed to shrinks actually, like, having an effect. I have been instructed not to obsessively check the door locks while driving my car, but instead to label the obsessive thought as such, remind myself that it is not real, take a deep breath, and think about something else. Bizarrely, this is totally working and I have not re-locked the doors even once since last Wednesday.
YMCA: awesome. They have a program where I get points for exercising, which eventually build up enough to where I get prizes. PRIZES, PEOPLE. HOLY CRAP. I LOVE THE YMCA EVEN IF THEY ARE A LITTLE WEIRD SOMETIMES. So far I have about 3600 points; the first prize is at 15000. I should be getting it around... ten weeks from now, I think? I'm not sure. I can't seem to make the number of points I earn per workout session work out properly in my head. I'm also having a fun social exercise time, because I've always worked out with my mom, but lately Luan and her husband Simon have started coming to our neighborhood Y as well, so now I meet my mom and Luan up there and we debate which weight machine looks most like a medieval torture device. Tomorrow I plan to ask her whether she thinks my plan for where I'd like to get a tattoo is a good idea, which I think she is qualified to answer on the grounds that she has A CRAPLOAD of tattoos. One of them is of BATMAN. It's pretty fucking awesome.
Oh, also. At the Y tonight, my mom and I were talking about the whole biofeedback thing, and how it really seems to be working out well, and how I have repeatedly mentioned being interested in going to teach English in China for a year after college, and she suggested that, if I keep up doing well in the biofeedback and eventually successfully start flying again, she might reward me with a trip to anywhere I want to go. Admittedly, rewarding me for costing a small fortune in therapy bills strikes me as somewhat counterintuitive, but on the other hand, I might get to go to China or somewhere else awesome at a time when I definitely would not be able to afford it on my own, which would be ten times more fucking awesome than Luan's tattoo of Batman.
