Case in point: Public Speaking. I have a professor who'd rather be working on his PhD in Dramatics or being a missionary in Brazil, so you can tell how interesting that class was. Not to mention the fact that he liked giving me B's, although I've been a public speaker FOR AGES. Riiight...I bet I spoke all those times in Shul for practice. Tell the Rebbe. The best part of that class was the guy who mocked me for liking Jerry Seinfeld, oh, because Jerry had an affair with a younger girl. Gee, I bet that guy can't look in mirrors too often- he'd be laughing his hypocritical tuckus off.
Experiencing Acting: To quote Jon Stewart, "ACTING!" My professor was awesome, and I learned what it meant to be a good director. Extremely worthy class. Although she did always give me wacky, bitchy parts. I even got to do stage combat for the final, which we got a resounding A on. Very, very worthy.
Mass Media and Their Influences: Dr. Mercier RULES. I don't like to mention professor's names on my pages, but this guy deserves recognition. ANYONE should take his class. You just write your honest opinion on media- and HE LIKES YOU FOR IT. I am now dubbed the reigning Queen of Sarcasm. Excellent.
Intro to Electronic Media: Let's BS about TV for three hours. Very cool. The one drawback: it was at EIGHT A.M. But, hey, the tests rocked, the professor rocked, and I got excused from the final. Sweet, sweet class, and the reason I'm an RTF major.
Film History II: Other than watching offensive Italian porn (which Guy Ritchie, I hear, is remaking and casting his wife in the title role) it was an okay class. I was introduced to the last of the great hippies in our department, and got to watch Casablanca on a big screen (AWESOME), as well as get student reaction to film noir (which is a genre that KICKS ASS).
Dorm Life:
Here's the only bit I have archived from that semester:
I hope you've all enjoyed your little break and are ready for a rousing semester of nymphomaniacs, anime afficionados and loudmouths screaming til 3 am. That's right, I'm back in the QUIET DORM!
Since my old roomate decided she wanted out and moved to Wisconsin (don't ask.. I don't know. Really, I don't...) I get a new roomate, whom I don't know! In fact, I didn't know her until I met her~ the day I moved back in. That's right, usually you get a phone number or something, but nada. Nothing. Mom immediately took care of that by marching down to the Residence Life Office and getting me number one on the list for a private room. She also got housekeeping down in less than five for a thorough cleaning.. I didn't move all my stuff out over break for nothing. HA.
So, I meet this new girl, and we have a lot of the same interests actually. Showtunes, religion, it's all good. Well, except for the fact that when I told her I was a Messianic Jew she said, "What's that?" I responded, "we're Jews who belive in Yeshua; Christians call Him Jesus." Then she commented, "oh, well that's close enough."
I just got a call~ and a lovely private room is mine if I want it. Sweet.
The nymphos are still across the bathroom, still sleeping with the guy who showered and shaved this morning at 8:30, and are as filthy as ever. So, considering the suitemates, and the joy of a private room... yes, I'm grabbin'. And it's sweet. Sweeeeeeet.
Right now I'm avoiding a floor meeting and watching a movie about transsexual men in my friend's room. Hey, there's a computer, and with everyone here the movie is slightly amusing. Thank G-d they took it out within five minutes... now it's onto Orgazmo . Don't worry mom, I'm leaving soon.
PRIVATE ROOM!!!!! PARTAY!!!
Okay, so here's the final assessment of Private Room for that semester: other than having a suitemate who purposefully avoided me until she accidently walked into the bathroom while I was doing my makeup (and proceeded to profusely apologize- I guess out of fear that I'd do it to her) and blasted gospel music every morning at SIX A.M. (I still can't hear it without going insane) it was decent. It's still being alone when you want to be, which ROCKS. Okay, that's as much as I remember for now. So, move on to the next semester and be entertained! Return to the Main Page