Okay. So I love English, reading, writing, liberal arts, fun stuff. So no surprise that I'm taking two English classes. One is on Bollywood Film and it's cool to finally see the movies that my Dad raves about, but I have mock trial on the nights that the screenings are so it's hectic to find and watch them on my own time. The second. Intro to Literature. Can I just say that my professor is a tall Scottish man with long silvery hair who rides a motorcycle? Yeah.
AND LIKE THE MOST KNOWLEDGABLE GUY ON ALL THINGS ENGLISH.
He's one of those people that's so smart that you feel dumb in their presence, no matter how much you've prepared for class. But not even dumb, you actually feel bad if you haven't prepared. Like you're not keeping up your end of the relationship if you don't read the three stinkin poems before 1 in the afternoon.
But then. If you do prepare. And you answer a question. And you get it right.
You feel somehow on his level.
Like all of a sudden your stupid little comment about how the trochee in line 7 makes you sad amounts out to "the insipid trochee that is shown in places like line 7 shows just how upset the author is and demonstrates a very emotional and vulnerable yaddahyaddahyaddah more big fancy oxford language".
It's awesome.
It's like Mr. Giaquinta's class all over again! Reading. Discussing. Reading. Discussing.
What else could a girl ask for?
Love,
Ranjini
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Late Night Studying!
My cousin is my role model and prime example of how I want to complete my college career. One of her main pieces of advice was that if I stayed organized and had a schedule, I would never pull any late nighters that I didn't want to. Because I'm not completely insane, I always thought it was a little weird that she made the distinction between late studying nights that she wanted to have and ones that she didn't. Doesn't every night owl sitting up with a textbook wish that he was curled up with a movie instead?
But now I get it.
Its almost 2:30 AM and I'm in the undergraduate library with my suite mate and her boyfriend. We checked out a small cubicle and each of us (with the exception of possibly me) is engrossed in our own work. Outside the window, there's a small yet strong number of students at the tables, equally consumed by their individual studying. The whole floor has a sophisticated feel to it and it was breathtaking the way that the soft chit chat turned into hushed whispers which eventually decrescendoed to the pin drop silence that exists right now. Studying this late in my small dorm room would be miserable, but knowing that there's other people out here who are motivated enough to stay up this late in order to finish their school work only motivates me more.
But still, I enjoy my sleep. I don't want to make this an every night affair, but every once in while, it's nice to join the group of insomniac students.
But now I get it.
Its almost 2:30 AM and I'm in the undergraduate library with my suite mate and her boyfriend. We checked out a small cubicle and each of us (with the exception of possibly me) is engrossed in our own work. Outside the window, there's a small yet strong number of students at the tables, equally consumed by their individual studying. The whole floor has a sophisticated feel to it and it was breathtaking the way that the soft chit chat turned into hushed whispers which eventually decrescendoed to the pin drop silence that exists right now. Studying this late in my small dorm room would be miserable, but knowing that there's other people out here who are motivated enough to stay up this late in order to finish their school work only motivates me more.
But still, I enjoy my sleep. I don't want to make this an every night affair, but every once in while, it's nice to join the group of insomniac students.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Whatevah
So I forget about this. Whatevah! Let's start new. I don't feel like writing about middle school so let's forget about that. What are some things I've learned since I started college?
There are so many ways to go about doing thisssss I could do a long list without details or one thing per post and I still have homework and I shouldn't be updating this right this secondddd buuut whatevah.
So let's start with people. Because when you go to college, you're bound to meet at least one other person. Like really. It's weird to see kids that didn't really have a "group" in high school attract other groupless people and before you know it, they have a group. There are no outcasts here and if you really wanted to be one, you'd have to try really hard to not be thrown in with the group of outcasts. People can surprise you and sometimes just looking at the sheer magnitude of people is surprising.
Still.
It can get lonely.
You'd think with 40,000 kids, there'd always be something going on, and don't get me wrong, there is. Sometimes it's like there's too much going on and everyone around seems busy with something, and the only things that you have to be busy with are things that you don't feel like doing. Things like reading for a class that you're not interested in or busy work that you just don't feel like doing.
C'est la vie.
Fortunately, there's always more than enough going on on other nights that makes up for the lack of excitement on select evenings!
Excitement that I will detail in a later post... :)
Love,
Ranjini
There are so many ways to go about doing thisssss I could do a long list without details or one thing per post and I still have homework and I shouldn't be updating this right this secondddd buuut whatevah.
So let's start with people. Because when you go to college, you're bound to meet at least one other person. Like really. It's weird to see kids that didn't really have a "group" in high school attract other groupless people and before you know it, they have a group. There are no outcasts here and if you really wanted to be one, you'd have to try really hard to not be thrown in with the group of outcasts. People can surprise you and sometimes just looking at the sheer magnitude of people is surprising.
Still.
It can get lonely.
You'd think with 40,000 kids, there'd always be something going on, and don't get me wrong, there is. Sometimes it's like there's too much going on and everyone around seems busy with something, and the only things that you have to be busy with are things that you don't feel like doing. Things like reading for a class that you're not interested in or busy work that you just don't feel like doing.
C'est la vie.
Fortunately, there's always more than enough going on on other nights that makes up for the lack of excitement on select evenings!
Excitement that I will detail in a later post... :)
Love,
Ranjini
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