Archive for August, 2006

Fall 2006

Saturday, August 26th, 2006

I think I may actually be looking forward to this semester. Even though I have five classes (and past experience has taught me that I cannot handle five classes), I really think I just might enjoy them all. These last three months have been great… but the boredom and routine are starting to bug me. So what’s a better cure than the hellish unpredictability of school?! (Hell, I’m already packing my bag…)

Here’s what Fall 2006 looks like for me:

MONDAY / THURSDAY
08:00 A - 09:15 A H&NTR 6.1 Personal and Community Health (Prof. Shapiro)
09:25 A - 10:40 A MATH 8.1 Elementary Probability and Statistics (Prof. Marathe)
10:50 A - 12:05 P CIS 26 Object Oriented Programming (Prof. Weiss)
12:15 P - 01:30 P CIS 24 Programming Languages (Prof. Kopec)

WEDNESDAY
09:25 A - 11:55 A CC 20.02 Classical Philosophies of India and China (Prof. Trivedi)

That health class is a prerequisite for all other health classes. For my B.S. degree, I need to complete a series of science classes… and health is a much more appealing subject than biology, chemistry, or physics. There are actually some pretty interesting classes in health! I’m especially looking forward to Human Sexuality and Drugs & Society.

Aim away from face.

Sunday, August 20th, 2006

The other day, as I was washing my hands, I noticed how clean my parents’ bathroom was. This was the bathroom in which we kept our cat’s litter box. As soon as this observation was made, I felt horribly guilty. I tried to push the thought out of my head. However, I calmed myself down by telling myself that I had no reason to feel guilty: there’s no way in hell I would’ve traded sixteen years of the warmth and happiness of my cat’s companionship for a clean bathroom.

I’m actually surprised by how much I still miss my cat. There are times when I’m doing my laundry and I could swear I see Santik walking across the kitchen. Or my instinct to look for him in the family room (where he used to sleep) when I come upstairs. I get excited each time… but then I remind myself that I’m just imagining it. This, of course, makes me anxious because, well, I’m seeing things!

It’s been over two months since he died and I’m still getting over it.