First week of school

Whew! Things are really getting tough now that school at my lovely Ogden university has come. I have the following classes that are wonderful and really learning intensive:

Principles of Archaeology (that's always a tough one to spell)
U.S. History from 1919-1945
Intro to Poetry
Professional/Technical Writing

And as always, my wonderful job at the Writing Center with my fellow tutors. It's been fun to learn about four different things! Usually I take just lit courses that somehow intertwine, but now it's fun just to see four very different subjects. I guess I could read poetry from WWI, but other than that...

I'm also taking an Institute class and we are reading the New Testament. I particularly like it because it's the most exciting (I think) and relevant scripture to read. I don't usually deal with crazy stuff like the Nephites and the Lamanites (even though they are important) but I think that I prefer to read about Christ more often. To those who don't understand when they read this, I'm a Latter Day Saint (Mormon) and I was referring to the Book of Mormon. I enjoy Institute, but not to the extent that some people I know enjoy it. For instance, they have this entire posse of people that go to activities and sit all day in the lounge, and I just don't do that. Not that I'm not a social butterfly, but I just don't have very many friends that go there.

Speaking of posses, I used to go up to the Honors Center all the time, but now I have no desire to. They changed directors the past few years that I have been going to Weber, and the new director is a rather beastly british woman who some claim has dementia. Whether that is certain, I am not sure but it wouldn't surprise me because she flew with rage at my one friend who was touching his girlfriend's shoulder one time, and she was clearly sending a message that touching of any kind was out of order (in her mind). That always puzzled me. Another friend of mine wanted to get into the Bachelor of Integrated Studies major, and when this certain director was the head, she turned her down (you never turn students down for majors....weird...). So, I don't know what to believe, but I just don't feel welcome there anymore. I prefer to be a Writing Center groupie now, and proud of it!

As for this semester, let me graduate! Please! I hope this is so....I have the requirements.