the Dalaverse

Well, my first class, Literature through History through 1700, has come and gone. It was fine. We didn't do much. The professor is like a slightly more homosexual version of Mr. Rogers, which was extremely disconcerting. I swear I was all ready for him to refer to us as "boys and girls" and to invite us to Make-Believe Land. Also, to change his shoes to sneakers.

I have to hang around the room until Tech Services calls me back; I still can't get into my Blackboard account. I've tried every single possibly combination of usernames and passwords. It's really irritating me. Thus with the short point sentences.