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honors orientation this morning. i'd only met one other person there beforehand (kareem) and i don't think many other people had met either. there was an air of 'well, i'm sure we'll be the best of friends eventually but at the moment it's all sort of awkward and weird.' (i'm using sentences as adjectives. surely i'm losing my mind.) we had to say an extracurricular passion and many people said politics and while i said theater i should have mentioned politics, or maybe i'll find them later, because i don't want to miss out on those discussions they're wanting to have.
work. it's going to be a crazy workload, even without taking a fourth class on the side (which happens next quarter, when the three honors classes go down to four credits each--which, as dr. madsen said, means we're taking a five credit class for four credits). i'm going to have to study night and day. i'm going to be steamrollered. it's going to be great.
i was sitting at the table and half of me was so incredibly excited about all the incredibly cool stuff we're going to learn and the other half of me was thinking, what the hell am i doing here?
luckily the first half wins out every time. because whenever i start thinking, no, i won't be able to finish it, dr. schultz says, i'm teaching a class on renaissance art spring quarter, or dr. madsen says something about the lord god--more commonly known as thucydides--and i think, haha, no, i'm staying.
not that there was ever really a question. it's just a hell of a lot of work.
so if i disappear for a few days, don't worry. i've got my nose in a book. (if i'm gone for more than three days, i may have been eaten by the book, in which case give me a proper funeral). moony and i would have a lot of talk about, except that we wouldn't be talking, we'd been reading.

goal: rhodes scholar. hell, if they can do it so can i. (what was that shana said when i told her i was going to be steamrollered? something like 'people who are worse than you have done it,' i think.
(rhodes scholar, act at ashland, act at stratford, publish books, how on earth am i going to have time to do all that? oh well. i'll worry about that later.)

anyway. i have to go finish the iliad and start on the odyssey and read some packets for dr. madsen's class. school starts tomorrow for real...

edit: haha...i'm reading the iliad and there's a wonderful sentence i just have to share:
athena wounds ares and aphrodite starts to lead him off the battlefield. hera sees this and says to athena:
"mystic daughter of zeus, that bloated tick
is leading ares out of battle. get on her!"
i just really likethe juxtaposition of "mystic daughter of zeus" and "bloated tick." ah...words.

why?

so danica and i went downtown today, to get bed risers and garbage bags and various other things; and as we're walking down fourth, two men are walking up, one with a unicycle. he waves at me, and i think for a moment, what on earth--but then it hits me who he is, and i wave back.
it's adam eisley. the 'what's a tengu?' man, the meet-on-the-bus man. why do i keep running into him? not that i mind. in fact i think it's kind of cool. and it always happens at the randomest times. mmmm...life.