"We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion."
1. First-Class-ly: My chem professor's name is Lionel. I knew his first name before I knew what he looked like, but as I walked into the room there was a general scurrying on the part of the last class to leave and the current class to get into the room... well, the moment I saw him down on the platform amidst all the scurrying I thought, 'I'll eat my ... (insert random inedible object here) ... if that man's name isn't Lionel!' It was, and it wasn't that he was the only 'older' person in the room because the last class's teachers/graduate assistants were still running around talking to people. He's got features that are decidedly shrewd, aristocratic, and sort of grand--with a hint of wisdom and nobility thrown in there. Very Lionel-ish, I thought. He also gave us much to memorize and more paper than I've received on a First Day from all previous classes put together. Gaarr.
2. Second-Class-ly: Greek is still Greek (that would be amazing). Of course Mr. E is still his very own self and we sort of dawdled about with a few third-declension nouns punctuated by long discussions concerning the definition of excess and the letter we are going to write to Pres.-Elect Obama (who shamefully mutilated the Greek language yesterday when he used 'criteria' where it was meant to be 'criterion'), to name a very few. I found myself the only female in the class today, which was not very disconcerting since I was not surrounded by strangers, but still... There were only three last semester, and I know one of them did not intend to continue, but one said she would ... I am holding out for her to show up on Wednesday or Friday.
3. Third-Class-Ly: Political Science... should be fun. Yes indeed. Worldviews have already clashed, inconsistencies have already been committed, yessir fasten your seatbelts and be prepared for you have lighted upon a self-proclaimed argumentative professor! He is unashamedly and self-admittedly going to try to kill every view that does not correspond with his own, but (fortunately) we have the assurance that it will be nothing personal. Apparently one's views are nothing really related to the person holding them. I am quite interested in how this class turns out. I've a feeling last semester's history teacher of notoriety will have nothing on this guy.
4. First-Class-ly (Redux): Chemistry Lab. O, the splendor! with its extraordinarily tedious safety video and the Art of Opening Combination Locks (at which I, unfortunately, perpetually stinketh). Best of all though--international TA with better quality of English than most college graduates but not a stellar pronunciation. Makes me feel right at home, as if I were celebrating Thanksgiving with many of Papa and Dr. S's students... I really am thankful for the faculty-connection and subsequent interaction experience with accents, because now I can listen to them with ease (quite a bit of it, comparatively speaking) with no worries about not learning things due to a barrier.
6. Post-classes-ly: Worrying through a bit of mathematical review for Chemistry, which would be simple Algebra if the problems hadn't been written to include the most awkward and messy calculations possible. A small amount of fear for my professor has arisen, since he writes all the problems.
5. Tomorrow-ly: Psychology and Logic. Those are the ones that, next to Greek, I'm looking forward to most: Logic because of...well, logic, and Psychology because the teacher sent out the syllabus a week ahead (...yeah, O_O was my reaction too) and it includes many very cool assignments concerning which I am sure you shall all hear enough about.
6. Currently: Here I sit, yawning my head off because...well, that yawn was because I just wrote the word 'yawn' and there's something infectious about the very thought...but also because I'm tired and a little bewildered. Things at one job are mildly stressful right now. And it is nearly time for me to get ready to work at another job.
7. Eternally: Lamentations 3:22-25 - The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him." The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.
And so off I go - weary but resting in the faithfulness of God - to work, where I shall sleep and rise to the ever-new mercies of God...
Thank you for those verses.... Always need them.
Your courses sound extremely interesting this term. Have fun with those, especially poly sci and psychology. :o)