the Dalaverse

I love my school. I am actually sitting here, in tears, because I love it so much.

Here is what happened this morning. I need to drop my Values Inq course because I took enough religion courses to satisfy the gen ed requirement, and in looking for something to add, my eye was caught by a history course titled Introduction to Museum Studies. I e-mailed Bjorn to explain why I was dropping Violence and Non-Violence, and I e-mailed Professor Roberts, my still-unofficial advisor, to ask what he thought of the museum class. Within two hours:

Bjorn re-sent me the notification about the new rules regarding exemptions for Values Inq and said to make sure one of the courses was a 300 level, or it wouldn't count, before he crossed me off the list. When I double-checked and assured him it was, he asked me if I'd be interested in taking a few more courses in order to get a minor degree in religious studies.

Roberts said that museum studies would be an excellent choice; even thought it isn't cross-listed with anthropology, it will be very useful. He also mentioned an art history course on Mayan architecture that will be archaeology-heavy, and said to stop by to chat when I got a chance.

Meanwhile, I called the registrar's office to ask if I could still switch classes online or if I should go for a drop/add slip, and she was as pleasant, friendly, and helpful as pretty much every single staff member here.

I can't even begin to relate what a relief this is, after I've been worrying all summer and with extra strength the past week. I love that I can do this, that my professors actually know who I am and am interested in what I will be doing and what I have to say because they don't have thousands of students demanding their attention.

I love my school. I feel rather self-centered at the moment, considering all that's going on in the world, but there it is. I could have been miserable somewhere else, but for once I did the right thing in picking this school, and it's a decision I will never question.

First Wacky Professor offering of the year. I had Social Interaction tonight, which does not look like fun. The whole class spaced out while Raney talked for a solid thirty-five minutes.

Then he brought out a human brain in a bucket, and we woke up.

The class still looks crappy, but I have to take it -- I can't wait to get the sociology portion of soan over with. At least Archaeology and Prehistory and Museum Studies should be good. Field trips!

I miss my old professors. This is the first time in a year I haven't had Dr. Adams, and the first time in a year and a half I haven't had Richardson. I need to get recommendations for both of them for my Oxford application, and I think I need a third, which will take some thought. I suppose I could either ask Katharina or Dr. Langley, but I don't think Dr. L is on campus this semester, so that would be more difficult to arrange. Gahhhh. Why can't I just have two? Two were all I needed to apply to bloody college.

Oh, and apparently it's "against college and state policies" for LTR to help me get the virus off my computer. Fabulous. If someone had told me this when I'd asked over the summer, I could have taken it to Best Buy when I had the money and the time. I swear I'm going to just connect to the network, and fuck it if there are any consequences for them.

Okay, no, I wouldn't really. But it's tempting.

Just to prove that I can shut up about school for at least one entry: FIREFLY. OMGOMGOMGOMG. I've fallen so hard. I used to have a girlcrush on Jewel Staite and Simon, Inara, and Zoe are all gorgeous and Alan Tudyk has ARMS OF SEX and it's funny and...MAL. Mal is like if you took Han Solo, Indiana Jones, and a little bit of Brian Kinney, threw them all against the wall, scooped up what drizzled down and made a person out of it. It's crazy pirate cowboy Old West nonsense IN SPACE, and I love it.

Also, any future with horses in it is one I want to live in.

Yes, I do realize I am approximately eighty-four thousand years late to the party. Let it go. I've only watched the first disc, but I'm shuttling the others up the Netflix queue immediately. Is it too early to beg for fic recs?

Oh! I almost forgot! Why the HELL does everybody randomly speak Chinese? It's an interesting storytelling device, because in every case you can guess at the meaning from context without actually understanding it. But dude, WTF?