First Day of School! First Day of School!
Not auspicious.
The Student Information System has been down all weekend, meaning that, unless you’d managed to write down where your class was this morning, you had no idea where you were going. The same was true if you’d decided that maybe you’d like to change one of your courses. Perhaps, for example, you’d thought about taking Researching Audiences instead of a different class and wanted to sit in on it to see how it was. You’d be surprised to find out - after waiting in a hugely long line - that you’d just missed it.
Also, you’d be pissed.
The two classes I did manage to attend were good, but since we still haven’t sorted out whether or not I’m going into the 2 year program, the 1.5 year program, or the 1 year program, I’m currently thrust in classes with both post-grads and fourth year undergrads. Actually, all we did in my film class was watch a film called A Woman is a Woman (1961), which was charming. Do, however, watch it on a slightly lower volume than my prof chose. He made up for it, though, by saying, “Oh, I’m just such a romantic. I’m such a sucker for these things. I mean, Julia Roberts? Yes, please. Okay, maybe Sandra Bullock instead.”
Anyway, the Oscars are on in a couple hours. I have to make a decided effort not to accidentally find out who won. If it’s Little Miss Sunshine, I’m going to go batshit crazy. It’s been a stressful day here - with an utterly shocking number of students milling about. There will be no unfunny, ew-why-is-grandpa-teaching-his-granddaughter-how-to-strip movies winning majors awards.
Oh shit, I think I just accidentally saw Jack Nicholson with an award. I guess The Departed won Best Picture. I disagree, but better than Steve Carell with his sleeves rolled up, exposing his recently cut wrists. I know if I’d just slit my wrists, that’s what I would do. Please.
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