Classes are now so damned easy to skip, and the temptation is infuriating.

Not to say I’ve ever skipped a class out of laziness.  I’d give you my reason for missing a class two weeks ago but knowing there are a few people out there who are dying for some new excuses, I don’t want you using my legitimate scenarios as your new common fabrications anytime soon.  Things like “The alarm clock was broken” and “The printer wasn’t working” all happen to me frequently.  But NOW when I say them, I sound like a dumbass trying to fool a fully-grown adult into believing a fairytale.

But I digress.  The main thing I’m going to discuss are my classes–courses I have chosen out of the million possibilities I could have had, for one reason or another.  My courses that are fortunate enough to be graced with my ever beautiful prescence are: Economics (Micro), Japanese, Creative Writing, and English.  I’d tell you which ones but I’m not looking to be trailed by any creepers anytime soon.
That said, I have a pretty easy semester.  In fact next term’s even better: Wednesdays with no classes! That is a blessing upon me, but I’ll get to that in a second…

ECON 101.  Let’s get something straight:
I don’t like you.
You’re interesting, and I’ll gladly go to all your lectures and dicussions, but OH how I hate you.  You’re like that optional tutorial on a Friday evening, or a newspaper sitting idly next to a rack of comic books.  You’re informative and helpful to me, but I wish I could be spending my time on anything BUT you.
I’ve tried hard as hell in this class, and I can easily say that my Prof (I think you all know who he/she is if you know ANYTHING about Econ profs who teach Micro and make IMPOSSIBLE midterms) is one of the more interesting teachers I’ve had over the years.  Lectures are interesting to listen to, the scatterings of strange Asian-related pictures in the textbook are creepily random hilarious, and the material is interesting to me, but GODDAMN that midterm was difficult.  It’s gone to the point where someone will ask me:
“How was the midterm?”
And I respond:
“What midterm? There was no midterm.”
“You know, the Econ Mid–”
“AHAHAHA Dude that’shilariousamidtermyeahright OH Look at the time can’t stand around chatting, gotta run.”

English is… English.  Creative Writing is… Creative Writing.  I’m clearly brilliant at describing things worship me.
These courses are just as I remember them in high school–a little more challenging, perhaps, in one way or another (*cough* deadlines *cough*) but otherwise, same old same old.  I love Creative Writing (which isn’t to actually say I’m doing well in it… apparently nobody likes my writing so my plans for a Creative Writing major aren’t looking to good ahahah I’m totally not traumatized by this realization) but I’d say my favourite course right now is Japanese.

Let me get something straight first: I love anime.  But I am not a weeaboo.  If you don’t know what a weeaboo is what the hell have you been doing with the Internet until now?! go to 4Chan Urban Dictionary and check it out.  Basically, I’m learning Japanese not just because I like anime, but because I might consider Japan in the future and I’m actually interested in having another language in my current linguistic repertiore.  Currently I have crap French, crap Spanish, crap Cantonese, crap German, and beginner Japanese.  Oh and English if you haven’t notifced by now… derp.  Maybe even one day, working in Japan would be great.  I honestly couldn’t imagine going to UBC right now and not taking Japanese.  I love the class, and I’m surprised how much I’m actually learning.  We certainly went MUCH slower in my Spanish courses back at high school and now I’m damned well happy to be in a classroom where other people are eager to learn, the teacher moves at a pace I’m comfortable with, and the homework isn’t heavy.
But I do have a midterm for it next week.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF—

…Yes.  Those are my classes.  I understand other people have much heavier schedules (don’t get me started on Engineers, I have a first-year Engineering friend who’s kind of drowning in work right now) but I planned my first semester to be easier to kind of slowly get used to this new place.  It doesn’t work for everyone, but my parents and I figured it helps.  I get teased a lot for being an Arts student and having the stereotypically small number of classes I do now, but I don’t mind.  I think it’s good to take what you’re comfortable with, don’t underestimate yourself because you’re secretly lazy, but don’t overestimate yourself and put too much pressure if you can’t handle it.  Plus now I have time for other things outside classes since work isn’t too heavy.  Like the bajillion clubs I have under my belt, going to the comic book shop every week, and that really hipster memoirs & poetry reading last night… Yeah…
It was at a cafe.  But it was pretty obscure, you’ve probably never heard of it.

-Alyssa

Coming Eventually Next: Current & Past Experiences On-Campus

EDIT: I realize some people who don’t know about ‘hipsters’ may not realize I made a hipster joke at the end of this post.  If you think I just insulted you for your ignorance on obscure cafes, I totally wasn’t–go Google hipster jokes.  And after you will probably look at a lot of Arts students you know in a totally different light.  Your welcome.

EDIT 2: STILL NO PICTURE.  Me so sorry.  I’m afraid scanners just aren’t cooperating with me, it’s as if they’re intent on sabotaging my blog.