From the Last Blog Until Now
It is about time to update the old blog. This is an update from the last blog I posted on blogger.com, so those of you reading on MySpace may not have read my blog about going to DeKalb. It can be viewed here, http://cubby2112.blogspot.com/.
Just before leaving to DeKalb, I had two piercing put in my lip. They are healing nicely and I am liking how they are looking.
School is going quite well. I have adapted to living in a tiny dorm room okay. I leave the door open as often as possible and spend the least amount of time necessary in the room. I get along with my roommate, which is more important than just about anything else. My teachers are, for the most part, agreeable. Right now, I am reading, at a ludicrously fast rate previously not experienced by me, “The House of the Seven Gables,” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Hawthorne’s writings are always enjoyable; his use of symbols is amazing. The only problem I have with him his irksome tendency to bury the reader in excessive minutia. Details are great, but son-of-a-bitch, I don’t need to know the entire design of every little button on so-and-so’s 18th century garb.
But I digress, or rather, regress to the subject of my teachers. My German teacher insists on teaching us rather than just grading us. After correcting homework, he hands it back and allows us to make the corrections for full credit. More teachers need to do things like that rather than just regurgitate a lecture onto our laps, toss a couple of tests our way and scribble some ultimately meaningless percentage score on our papers. I am in college to learn things, not prove that I already know them.
For fun, besides for locking myself up in my dorm room and poring over text books (haha) I went to a campout over the weekend and watched a play by the New Millennium Theatre Company. The campout was fun and I was happy to finally manage to have one. The play was fucking hilarious; all who went agreed with me through their laughter. It was Called Shakesploitation 2. We were planning to go to the first one as well, which was performed just before number two; but, alas, car trouble prevented our timely departure. I will be going to the first one this Sunday, hopefully. I cannot wait to see “Ninja Hamlet: The Burning Fist of Denmark.” What a wonderful raping of The Bard’s original title.
Just before leaving to DeKalb, I had two piercing put in my lip. They are healing nicely and I am liking how they are looking.
School is going quite well. I have adapted to living in a tiny dorm room okay. I leave the door open as often as possible and spend the least amount of time necessary in the room. I get along with my roommate, which is more important than just about anything else. My teachers are, for the most part, agreeable. Right now, I am reading, at a ludicrously fast rate previously not experienced by me, “The House of the Seven Gables,” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Hawthorne’s writings are always enjoyable; his use of symbols is amazing. The only problem I have with him his irksome tendency to bury the reader in excessive minutia. Details are great, but son-of-a-bitch, I don’t need to know the entire design of every little button on so-and-so’s 18th century garb.
But I digress, or rather, regress to the subject of my teachers. My German teacher insists on teaching us rather than just grading us. After correcting homework, he hands it back and allows us to make the corrections for full credit. More teachers need to do things like that rather than just regurgitate a lecture onto our laps, toss a couple of tests our way and scribble some ultimately meaningless percentage score on our papers. I am in college to learn things, not prove that I already know them.
For fun, besides for locking myself up in my dorm room and poring over text books (haha) I went to a campout over the weekend and watched a play by the New Millennium Theatre Company. The campout was fun and I was happy to finally manage to have one. The play was fucking hilarious; all who went agreed with me through their laughter. It was Called Shakesploitation 2. We were planning to go to the first one as well, which was performed just before number two; but, alas, car trouble prevented our timely departure. I will be going to the first one this Sunday, hopefully. I cannot wait to see “Ninja Hamlet: The Burning Fist of Denmark.” What a wonderful raping of The Bard’s original title.
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