The Tale of Sexual Socrates

I sit in the second row of the lecture hall where my history class takes place. Bear that in mind. Commit that to memory. Second row. Got it? Okay, good.

So there I was, sitting in my usual seat in the second row, notes open on my desk as I scribbled down the information up on the slides my professor was showing. The class is mostly freshmen, so being one of the few sophomores there, I know no one. On my left was a girl I didn’t know, and on my right, a similarly unknown guy. My class is 75 minutes long, and the first 45 or so minutes went by without anything out of the ordinary.

Then I noticed the guy to my right was shifting awkwardly in his seat. Continue reading


On Second Thought…

Three weeks ago, I was considering a double major. Torn between my love (and apparent knack for) history and my fascination with (and practicality of) political science, I wondered if I could just do both. The general response from everyone I asked was a shaky, “Well, if you think you can do it…” Of course, double-majoring didn’t seem to be an easy feat, so I honestly didn’t know what to do. Continue reading


No, I’m not on a caffeine rage. (Did I even have any coffee today, now that I think of it? No, I don’t think so.) But as I begin to write this, I’m five minutes away from being able to register for summer school classes. I also spent the day building my tentative schedule for the fall semester, even though I can’t register for those classes until April 11.

Let me just note, my tentative fall schedule is maxed out (18 credits) and the layout is pretty intense: four 75 minute classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays spanning from roughly 9:30am to 3:30pm (with some breaks in between), two 75 minute classes on Mondays and Wednesdays (2pm-4:45pm), and a 50 minute discussion section at 8am on Fridays.

I interrupt my own blog post to inform you that I just registered for my summer courses!

I blocked out my profs' names and whatnot, but I'm sure the color blocks can give you an idea of what my day will (hopefully) look like next semester.

Not a bad schedule, one would say, as I start off my Mondays and Wednesdays way after lunch. But wait! I’m considering getting a job, too! Continue reading

Laundry and Summer School

I’m sitting in my dorm’s laundry room, waiting as my clothes wash up. It’s second semester and yet I’ve never done laundry at school, partly because I live close enough to home that I would just take it and wash it for free every two or so weeks, and partly because I was nervous that I wouldn’t know how to do it on my own anyway. As it turns out, I’ve simply been silly. This isn’t hard to do at all. One point for the pint-sized, developing adult right here.

Now, onto a story that has nothing to do with spin cycles: I’ve decided to enroll in summer school. It certainly feels strange; as a kid, summer school always had a negative connotation. It was the place where all the remedial kids went to try and catch up on their failed studies so as to avoid repeating the second grade again. Now, of course, I realize that isn’t necessarily the case; summer school can be, and is, a good thing, regardless of the reason why you’re there. Continue reading