Austin is Fun!

I absolutely love all that Austin has to offer. For example, Irvine and I went to the Old Pecan Street Festival, where we walked around checking out artisans and their wares. Some of the stuff was just plain weird and not something I'd ever buy, but other stuff was really neat. I loved the jewelry, but most of it was just so expensive! There was one affordable necklace for 15 dollars, but it was too small for my throat, so I wound up leaving it. I met Irvine's aunt, who was at the festival as well. I can't wait to see more of these arts and music festivals, because they're so unique and interesting, and there's ALWAYS so much to see.

One of my favorite feelings is....

I love walking around in the mornings when virtually nobody else is awake, and enjoying the cool-crispness of it leftover from the night, before the sun has really warmed up. It makes you feel like you're the only one in the world, and like that entire morning is just for you. It's so peaceful and lovely before the buses start rolling by, before the people start walking and talking and bustling around. Another wonderful feeling is walking through the rain in a city at night, with the smell of cigarettes through the rain, and the characteristic rainy, damp smell. I don't like smoking, but in the right circumstance, like smelling it in the rain makes it a really wonderful smell. I love the sort of detached-from-the-world sensation of those situations. It's like people-watching as the world goes by, with nobody paying any attention to you. You just sit and watch and really do nothing but observe the passers-by and wonder where they're going to, who they absolutely MUST see, and what's passing through their mind. Sitting or walking without paying any attention to the time is the most wonderful feeling in the world, because you truly live in the moment, and not for what the future holds. That's my favorite feeling in the whole world.

If I don't live in Britain I'll go insane

Seriously. I am absolutely ENAMORED of the British Isles. Everything about England, Scotland, Ireland (although it's its own nation for the most part)etc. is so absolutely wonderful, that I can't contain myself. Well, for the first thing, I love the accents. It's something I just can't get over because it's just so attractive. You just want to TALK to ANYBODY who's got it, male or female. Secondly, I love how beautifully lush and green everything is (except for London's wet, dreary, greyness, though I love the city as well). Thirdly, it produced the absolute best authors the world has ever known. I mean, a country that gave birth to J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte and Charles Dickens and William Wordsworth and the legends of King Arthur and the original fairy stories and the utterly Victorian practice of tea-time and... well, I could go on forever. I simply MUST go there for my semester/year abroad, and for graduate school. It's my dream, and I don't think I could forsake it. Reason why I won't have a boyfriend till grad school anyway: If I'm going to be traveling around, I won't have the chance to really develop friendships that could turn into long-lasting relationships, which won't be long-lasting because I'll be leaving. Ah well, I'll just enjoy myself immensely until then, and go shopping and to poetry meetings and theatre events, and I'll simply kick butt at school, and then I'll settle down afterwards :).

Speaking of Poetry and Theatre: I went on Wednesday evening to the Dead Poets Society for UT and we went to the "secret spot" on the creek, which had this amphitheatre-like atmosphere, ambient light from the moon and street lamps, and yet it was so perfectly secluded, that people walking 20 feet away had no idea of our presence. I may get up the courage to read a poem of mine or of Eavan Boland's next meeting. With regards to theatre, Irvine and I went to see the Actors From the London Stage perform "A Midsummer Night's Dream." There were 5 actors playing all the roles, and it was simply spectacular the way they did the voices and the actions. It was phenomenal. Irvine said he liked it too, which I'm very glad of. We were then thinking of going to the poetry Slam at the 21st st. Co-op, which didn't seem so bad, until he pointed out that it was the Frat district, and this guy came out holding something in a plastic cup, which did not seem like coffee. I'm sorry, I have issues with being around people I don't know who are drinking. They scare me, and I don't know how to act. I don't really care if people drink, it's just a turnoff to me, and I don't tend to take people who go get drunk on weekends (or anytime, for that matter) seriously. There's something about not remembering the previous night's events, making a fool of oneself, and vomiting (and any combination thereof) that really makes me look down on people. They don't strike me as people I can take seriously and really feel comfortable around. I don't care about a drink or two every so often--God knows I've had a pint and a drink in my life, (fewer than 5, I can assure you though, and all interspersed)-- but the whole dynamic of drinking to get drunk and living for beer is really ridiculous and stupid. I don't care if it sounds pretentious and snobby, but I'd rather sit and chat over coffee or tea than go to a party and get snoggered and wasted. The way I see it, there are more important things.

Needless to say, we didn't stay, and Irvine was a perfect gentleman and walked with me over to Jester, so I wouldn't have to walk through scary areas of campus all alone. I feel safer with a friend with me. Anyway, I hope I can get through tonight without using up all my bandwidth for the week, and I'll be doing some hardcore studying tomorrow and Sunday, because the week from hell is growing steadily nearer. Luckily, I got my paper done early, therefore I only have 3 exams to worry about.

Einstein Invented Ice Cream

Children, children, anyone who invented ice cream had the creative genius to create the ultimate venue for young women to combat depression, and to satisfy the instatiable urge for something rich, delicious, and sweet that is not a man. (Sorry boys, when you're not available for the takin', ice cream is the next best thing). Currently, tea is my daytime lover, and ice cream my lover at night. Yesterday in fact, I had about 6 cups of different types of tea. And today, I went to Barnes and Noble, because they were having a sale on HT Tea where if you bought two tins, you got one free. Well, I returned the tea I bought yesterday, then re-bought it and another one, to get a free one. I got one called African Autumn, which is a blend of cranberry, redbush, and orange (yummy) and also one called Red Sun, which is a blend of different Ceylon teas, and White Earl Grey, which is a mild, non caffeine version of the black tea favorite. It's really fabulous. They have this new innovation thingy, where their loose tea is packaged in little silken sachets. Apparently it allows the loose tea to filter, without grinding it so small like they do with regular tea bags. Well, I had the African Autumn, and I LOVED it. One sachet makes 2 cups of tea, so despite the seemingly meagre amount of tea bags for the price (20 sachets for 7 dollars) you really get double that (40 cups of tea for 7 dollars). I like it. If you visit the site,you can see their selection. FYI, they had all but the Hindi tea at B&N. I may just go in another month or so and get another few tins :) However, the awesome 3 for 2 deal expires at the end of september. Tea is the best drink in the world, and it's the number 2 drink in all the world. The number 1 drink is water, so ha! I guess I really must move to England to experience the wonders that the true art of tea has to offer (not to mention India and China, where it all started).

Does Anyone Watch the History Channel?

Well, this summer, my dad and I were talking about his book (the one he's writing now, Flight of the Dove) and he told me that one day, people will consider the downing of the KAL flight 007 plane an historical event. I told him that one day, something like the History Channel or A&E will want to interview him about it, considering he wrote a book, and that he's about the foremost expert on the case. Well, lo and behold, two days ago, my dad got a call from a TV station wanting to talk to him about a possible interview concerning the KAL Case. (Cha Ching! Who's psychic?!?! me? lol). Well, now that the History Channel has discovered he's not a nut, they're talking to him tonight about arranging a possible interview and stuff. So I'll update concerning the progress of it all, but whenever it comes out on the History Channel, EVERYONE MUST WATCH IT!!!!! They may be doing it for next summer, which would be the 22nd anniversary of the downing of the plane, but they may just hold it off until the 25th anniversary. It occurred at the end of August, 1983, so that would mean 2008 is the 25th anniversary. Although it doesn't get as much credit for almost leading the US into nuclear war with Russia as the Cuban Missile Crisis does, it apparently was the event that could have spawned the Cold War into an actual nuclear war. Fortunately, it didn't. But anyway, watch the documentary when it comes out, and it's so cool that my daddy is going to be interviewed by the History Channel!

Organization Bliss!

I love the adrenaline rush I get when all my stuff is clean and organized, and all my activities and stuff are organized, chronicled, and everything is just in tip-top shape. I guess one could call it a Martha Stewart fantasy world, but I find I am just happier and more content when I know that my life is organized for the moment. Planners make me smile and fantasize about how I'm going to write my day's activities in perfect penmanship and how I'm going to have a fixed time for everything and be the envy of messy procrastinators everywhere. Then I get in a hurry, lose my cool, my handwriting is virtually illegible, I forget two of three things I told myself I wouldn't forget, I get behind on my reading, and I put everything off till the last moment. And then when things settle down a little, I resolve to keep my cool, begin planning and organizing again, so that maybe next time, I can be a little more under control and maybe keep pretty, flowing handwriting in my planner and journal, so that I can look back and think: "Wow, I was really put-together and organized and responsible!" That's my fantasy world. A world of clean floors, shining, streak-free panes of glass, a wonderful lack of dust and beautiful penmanship. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

What is becoming of me?

Right now, I feel like I'm living in a detached dimension from my responsibilities, my interests, and myself. I know I have all this stuff to do, but I'm knitting and watching "Spaceballs" instead. I'm sleeping rather than studying, and I'm still groggy from a nap I took. I guess it's because I'm incredibly tired, have grocery-shopping to do, and have made two phone calls in quick succession which have proceeded to embarass their recipients, because it just so happened that I called at the precisely incorrect moment. In my detachment, I've been semi-conscious of the classes I attended, the papers I know I have to study, and the response paper I know I have to write. And the week from hell ticks closer and closer as every minute passes. Alright, what I need to do is pick up what my parents sent with Ana Laura, grab milk, fruit, and cheese from HEB with Carol (no way in HELL am I going alone on a bus in the afternoon) but I may put that off till tomorrow at an earlier time, when I know for sure there will be return buses to campus, and when I'm not feeling like a zombie. 7:00 bed-time, here I come!

1970's Style:

I've been looking through books at the libraries so that I can learn new techniques to sew and knit and crochet my own clothing and accessories. (Un)Fortunately, all the books are from the 1970's, meaning the absolute WEIRDEST combinations of color, style, and *shudder* paisley. I actually do think some of the styles are pretty and classy, just in a different type fabric and color. Only in the 70's did they pair salmon pink, "chocolate" brown, and gold and a burnt orange in a sweater. Only in the 70's did wearing tweedy pants in a wretched shade of brown or tan with a disgusting paisley shirt (which, for all you men out there, does not go with ANYTHING). So indeed, all the do-it-yourself knitting books are either from the 90's and require fashions that are very definitely NOT my style (flared short-sleeve dresses in floral print... gross!), whereas although the 70's ones have absolutely disgusting color combinations and fabric selections, some of the raw stylistic ideas are actually conceivable.
I realized that some of the styles I actually like... the whole "classic preppy" look for guys is very very attractive: the navy blue v-neck pullover sweater, white long sleeve button shirt, and khakis with a tie sorta loosed up. I don't like the "modern prep" look that places like Abercrombie were trying to put out: their brand-flaunting Abercrombie shirts, with khaki cargo shorts, a baseball cap and flip-flops. I don't mind the shorts or the hat, but maybe a plain T-shirt, or a band T-shirt or hell, even a POLO shirt... (i likey those :D ) and sneakers... definitely sneakers... or Birkenstocks... just not flip-flops. Whoa, I just noticed I did a huge over-abundance of ellipses there. Anyways, slacks and jeans are cool, and black T-shirts with khakis are fine, and I don't particularly mind the black gaming/witty saying T-shirts with jeans, provided my parents don't see it on anyone I bring home. (They think it looks trashy, but hell, I dress "trashy" according to them when I'm just trying to be comfy).

On another note, one tradition I wish still prevailed is the university uniform of black robes for classwear. Oxford requires their students to wear it, if only during exams, but it all seems very Harry Potter-esque. I like it.

Well friends, I am going to begin my reading spree of that novel and study my little heart out today, so I can relax and do nothing productive tomorrow.

Hmm...

I wonder why this isn't posting.....

Unbelievably busy...

...and it only gets worse. However, this weekend is one I can relax. I just need to read a novel and study for my geology lab on Tuesday. However, no Ancient Egypt class today, and we got out early from Intro to Archaeology. Plus... get this... I got a 100 on my exam! I just hope a 4.0 GPA is in store for this semester :) Yeah right. But this weekend will be devoted to reading (no papers or anything, whee!) and knitting. I want to finish my shawl by the time it actually gets cold (Yea, b/c I finished my first scarf in April) and I may begin on a Harry Potter-esque Griffyndor/Ravenclaw skinny scarf, because that's about all that you need to wear here in Austin during the cold (for now). I may need to go outside to thaw, because my dorm room is FRIGID.

On another note, Amazon.com also carries a version of The Cat in the Hat and How the Grinch Stole Christmas in Latin. I don't know how well Seussian rhymes translate into dead languages, but apparently it works...

Tonight: Anime! Sunday: Screening of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" yay! I might as well relax now, because the week from hell is approaching after this coming week, and I know it's gonna suck.

I will Never take 5 classes at University, EVER

Indeed, you read correctly, I have way more than I need on my plate right now with merly four classes, and pretty easy classes to boot. I'm noticing how either by coincidence or lack of planning, many of my papers/tests fall on the same day or during the same week. So to remedy that, I'm planning every single minute little detail right now, because otherwise I'll feel more overwhelmed by the stuff that I don't know about than about the things I do. So I pity and do not envy my roommate, Carol and her 5 class load. One of her seminar classes (an elective, non-writing component class) requires her to write a paper after every class. It's a critical thinking class, but she's gotta write an essay/paper for each class. That sucks really badly. Plus with a math teacher that doesn't teach, she's already stressed out enough. I hope she does ok.

Interesting Activities on the College Front

Chronicling today's events:

Well, for starters, I woke up this morning a little later than I usually do to go to Lab, and I knew I was going to have to hurry. So as I'm leaving the building with 10 mins to get to my class, I look outside and realize it's raining. No problem except that I've forgotten my umbrella, and I'm wearing leather-soled sandals. So I run upstairs, put on my sneakers and grab my umbrella and sprint to lab. Fortunately for me, I arrive just as the TA does, and all is well.
I wrote a poem today, which is why there is a poem in an earlier post today. I was sitting on the steps of Gregory Gym and wondered what it would be like if I was looking at myself sitting directly across the street by the business school, and if I was in completely different moods. So I imagined it, and there I am.
After English class today, I went with Carol to the Undergraduate English Association meeting, where we basically signed up for committees and activities and stuff. I signed up for the poetry group and the Book Club, and I'm going to help organize the latter. We really do need a good book club, and especially in the English department. I am thinking of going tomorrow to a Dead Poets Society meeting, (which I found out about today) and tonight, in just a few minutes, I'm going to head to a Celtic and Traditional Music meeting/festival/thingy. I hope it's cool, because that's my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE type of music in the whole whide world. Hopefully, that is, once I finish the two R's: Ramen and Reading. :)

Harry Potter: TWISTED!!!!

Ok, I love the Harry Potter books with a passion. I am fascinated by Latin and Ancient Greek, because there's only one way to really know what the authors were saying: to read what they said the way they said it. Well, my friends now at Amazon.com, one can purchase editions of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone in both Ancient Greek and in Latin. Don't believe me?

Ancient Greek Latin

It's absolutely Fascinating! (and weird too)

Dark-Sided Mirror

An image of peace
Alone in the rain
sits on the water-drenched steps
of the gymnasium across the street.
She holds her umbrella
as a torch-like tent,
Sipping her coffee as the world goes by.
Just waiting,
And smiling,
just watching,
and feeling
the rain's fingertips.
Waiting for a messagew
from someone she loves
The thunderclouds break
and the sunshine strokes
her cheek and the pale pink sky
She looks up now and then
from her notebook where
she's writing a poem about me.

What does she see?

An image of turmoil
surrounded by people
sits beneath a gloomy-dripping tree
across the street from me
she hides in her raincoat
A dreary costume
crying inside as the world goes by
Just looking
and sighing
just hating,
and crying
the rain's teardrops
watiting for the death-sentene
she knows will come.
The rain keeps pouring
vainly trying to cleanse her soul and the world.
She looks down now and then
to the notebook where
she's writing a poem about me.

Discovery! Discovery!

So TLC is actually useful for something! They did a makeover on this girl, Megan Slankard, from gross little grunge girl to a really pretty sophisticated rock star image. The girl is a musician, and she has an AMAZING voice, as in WOW. She also writes her own songs, which is nifty, because they're quite powerful and not at all cheesy or infantile (ahem, Avril Lavigne). I actually bought her CD yesterday, because I like her music so much. I guess, like a lot of people, I discovered her through her TV appearance and stuff, but that sort of publicity gets a lot of people who might otherwise never know about an artist. If you're interested in Tori Amos-meets-Alanis Morissette-meets-Sheryl Crow voice wise, and spiffy modern-like songs with guitars that would make Jimmi Hendrix do a double-take, listen to the sample stuff Megan Slankard has on her website. Check it out, people!

Life.... Irresponsible

Well, chronicling today's events: I am officially diagnosed as a TLC "Trading Spaces" addict, and a lazy-butt extraordinaire! I have watched so much wonderful and yet non-useful television programming today that I'm feeling guilty. Add to that that I didn't do as much reading as I had hoped, and my stomach is in knots. I guess I can console myself by saying that I needed a day off, but it's amazing how much better I would feel if I worked my butt off today and then tomorrow lounged around doing nothing. Anyways, I saw "Napoleon Dynamite" with Irvine today at Dobie Theatre. It was a pointless, plotless movie, but it was funny. Especially the Mexican stereotype they played up. The funny thing was, it's TRUE!!!! The whole chong, mexican flag on the car, pinata and old english script spelling "Sanchez" on the back window of a car is TRUE!!! I live in chong-world, Brownsville Texas, where low-riders are king. But anyway, after one last episode of Clean-Sweep on TLC, then I head to bed, and tomorrow is Church, books, and TV after it has finished!

The World is Good To Me!!!!!!!!!!

Whee!!!! I am amazingly hyper right now. I finished the exam in Intro to Archaeology. It was pretty easy, with the exception that I didn't know two questions out of about 30 I hope I didn't underestimate my abilities, however. Lets see, I'm listening to U2 and playing Final Fantasy 1 and jammingout at the top of my lungs. My neighbors must think I'm some sort of freak. My RA thinks Carol and I are freaks already, b/c we actually plan on going to bed by about 9:30 or 10 at night. Hey, I need 9 hours sleep! Well, for those of us with early classes, it makes it difficult with only about 5 hours of sleep. Ironically, Carol and I stayed up talking until 12:30 and both of us have early classes. The day it's most important for us to go to sleep early, we stay up late. Anyway, off to see a film in Intro to Ancient Egypt, and to continue Jamming out to the Barenakedladies. By the way, Badly Drawn Boy is coming to Austin October 25!!!!

First Exam of my College Career

Yes Folks! That's right! I have my first exam in Intro to Archaeology, and I have no idea really what to expect. I studied for it, but I think I need to find a study group so that I can discuss the concepts and everything, which is how I learn best. Wish me luck!

...... I should be studying ......

Sweet Lord above Mary and Joseph!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Procrastination is just about the worst thing in the world, and I've got a severe case of it. What I need is one week stuck here at UT bored out of my mind in order to get my work ethic back. Just think, a week and a half and I lost my work ethic. I love going home, but the devastating effects it's having on my psyche is... well, devastating! See, my first exam is on Friday and I've read over my notes twice... without really concentrating. I'm tired and I need to sleep but I also need to study and read... why oh why did I procrastinate? Why did I spend 4 hours looking at pretty pictures on DeviantART and spend another half an hour reading a blog when I could've been memorizing the crappy theories of Edward Tylor. (Ha! I remembered his name!) Anywho, this is my way of takin a mental break from taking a mental break from pretending to study. Besides, it's cold in my room. And Iron Chef is on.


By the way, I am considering finding some way to attend classes at TCA (Texas Culinary Academy). It's only 10 mins from campus, and if I have a really lax semester, I might be able to take a class. (This is my way of asserting that I want to be a chef despite all the reasons my parents are trying to convince me not to.) I don't want to do anything the world (ie. my parents) thinks useful. I want to have an English Ph.D. from Oxford, be a chef, make my own clothing, travel the world and live abroad. So there, my ambitions are out in the open. Do with them what you will.

Laziness has a hold on me!!!!

Ever since I went home this past weekend, I have lost my rhythm and work mentality. I mean, I don't feel like reading, I feel like messing around on deviantART.com all day. I go to class, it's true, but I have fallen out of the groove of things, which is VERY VERY BAD NEWS. Right now is not a hectic time or anything (just wait till the end of september, then I'll have grey hair!), but I feel like I should be getting ahead in my classes, anticipating everything and all.

Another thing, it's like professors PLAN exams on the same week or something, because I have something in ALL my classes during 1 week. It's very very very crazy. Plus, I have my first test ever on friday. No fun. I need to study for it, because I have only a vague idea of what to expect. Something about "general concepts" and stuff. Sigh. I guess I'd better start actually doing something if I want to avoid UTB next semester.

A Step in the Right Direction...

Here is an important article regarding the state of children today. It's mainly my parents' generation that is causing the problems in my generation. It's very interesting to read this stuff. If you want, you may be able to buy the newsweek issue this week. Have fun!

Wheeeee!

Back in the swing of things after being home for the weekend. I went to the Texas Memorial Museum on campus today with the lab. It was really interesting, because they had this 250 pound lovely quartz geode with an enormous amethyst in it. I was dumbfounded by it. They also had a collection of some of the most fascinating (and weirdest/scariest) beetles I'd ever seen. I mean, the scarab beetles from "The Mummy" may have been lethal, but their size was puny compared to this one horned beetle. There were also these beautiful colored beetles with iridescent shells/scales/outer coverings. If I can find a picture of them, I'll post it. Anyway, I guess I'll do some organizing of the mess that is my side of the room.... (so much for actually doing anything of value for the past few hours!)

Back from Home

I spent the weekend at home, mainly b/c I was homesick, but also because I forgot tons of stuff. You wouldn't believe the amount of food I brought back with me. I mean, ramen and granola bars up the wazoo! Right now I'm sort of preparing to head to my geology lab, but see, when one falls asleep around 11 p.m. the lovely hour of 7 a.m. is not quite so lovely as when one falls asleep around 9:30 p.m. Ah well. While at home, I saw the movie "Hero" with Kevin and Paloma. That movie KICKED BUTT!!! I mean, between the beautiful colors and sweet martial arts, and the symbolism that steeped everything, it was fabulous. Well, a few chores beckon to me still, such as making my bed, washing my dishes, and fixing my hair before I go to lab.

How did these people get here?

I was in Geology class today, and I sat next to these two sorority-type girls. They kept talking about how they were, like, soooooo bored and how they never did any of the readings for the class. I thought to myself, "this is really quite sad, because the professor wrote the book. What he covers in class is IN THE BOOK. He doesn't cover almost anything else!" I was amazed that these people were able to get into UT at all (top ten percent rule must've applied). How can you survive in college with decent grades if you don't read? Plus, it's so interesting if you actually do read. It explains things better, it's a repetition of things already established either in class or previously, and it allows you to LEARN. Well, not so amazingly, people prefer to do what's easiest, and that's not read. As college students, our JOB is to learn. Our job is to sit and listen to smart people talk. That sure as hell beats flipping burgers or driving pizzas around. Even if it's work to read stuff, you acquire knowledge that otherwise you'd never be exposed to. I guess it comes from being an English major that I love to read (and write). Good luck to anyone who thinks they're getting their money's worth and doesn't put forth a minimal effort to learn. I mean, Geology wouldn't normally be my thing, and chemistry is about the worst subject I could want to remember (apart from *shudder* calculus) but at least Intro to Rocks is INTERESTING in its own way, and I remember the things I learned in 10th grade Chem. All you students out there! A degree is not important in itself. It is merely a SYMBOL of what you've learned. I could have my Ph.D. in English, but if I don't know squat about literature and can't write for beans, that little piece of paper is useless! That's the sad part about many students these days. They just want to get through school and get a job and make money. Their interest in a degree is merely instrumental. As I said, a degree is merely a symbol of the learning you've acquired. Unfortunately, many people forget that and try to get out of school as quickly as possible. Hell, I'd rather listen to smart people talk all my life and learn about all these different things rather than actually go and get a job somewhere. Learning is wonderful. DO IT! It'll change your life and improve your work ethic. Besides, cheaters are stupid, and lazy-butts as well. They're not interesting, b/c they can't think for themselves or show that they know stuff. And that, dear friends, is worse than being merely ignorant.

Weirdness

After a full week here, I don't feel like I'm really a true part of the college life. I see myself as a visitor, not as a citizen of UT. Yes, I'm taking classes, yes I live here, but I have this thing where I feel like I'm merely temporary. Like my room is a hotel, not a house. Maybe it's because I don't have a large amount of friends yet, or because I haven't joined any groups of yet. Maybe when I feel assimilated within a group my attitude will change. Then, maybe I'll do as my dear cousin Matt says, "call college 'home.'"

It's amazing how many science, engineering, and really "smartsy" majors there are here, or at least on my floor, and at the UCC. It makes simple English majors like myself feel stupid that all we can do is write and read. But when the future engineers and doctors need to fulfill their English requirement, there I'll be in all my glory, making them analyze in full detail the works of Dostoevsky or Joyce or Longfellow! Ha! But then again, if I want to teach them, I'll have to teach RHE306... eeeewww