Blog - /Personal

This week has been interesting, to say the least. I registered the http://mwolson.org domain, and have it currently pointing to my laptop. I am waiting to see if I've been accepted into the Internet Hosting Co-op (not Housing, my mistake). I still can't receive any mail sent to mike@tuxtanker.mwolson.org, which I use to catch mail sent directly to my laptop. This isn't my primary email address, just so you know. It's just there because every domain should have at least one computer that can receive email. Feel free to help me out by sending a test message or two to mike@tuxtanker.mwolson.org .

French is always at the foremost part of my mind. It is causing me so much angst that I have decided to schedule some unchangeable study hours for it, the first class I've ever had to do that with. Three hours every two days: no more, no less. I still have to integrate my class assignments and notes with Planner Mode. Doing so may help relieve some stress. Even with all of this, I think I might have to lower my expectations from an `A' to a passing grade of some sort.

Ever since I started this blog, I've noticed myself doing introspective blogging throughout the day. It makes me wish I had a Zaurus, although heaven knows the last thing I need right now is one more gadget to take care of. So many thoughts rush through my head because of the newness of adjusting to Purdue that probably only a tithe of blog candidates ever make it to this page. Some of them don't make it simply because they are unprintable :^) .

Now for some scattered thought fragments. I don't like dodging bikers. I don't like feeling like Frogger when I try to cross traffic. I hate feeling like a foreigner in my own country, thanks to French class. I hate transitioning from hack mode to study mode. I hate the muggy days and having to change clothes twice a day because of it. I hate it when homework assignments are mentioned in passing, but not defined, like in my Math class. Where the heck does HW assignment #3 come from? The website? The syllabus? The collective unconscious? I don't like the idea of having to return a book (or keep it and buy the few others I now need). Books were horribly expensive the first time. I don't even want to think about the supplemental cost. I don't like trying to figure out if my loans came through, how to get at the funds contained therein, and why I have $500 in my savings account at Purdue Employees Federal Credit Union. What funds are taken into account with that $500? I hate the sound that my chair makes when I move it, hearing the noise it makes against the bare floor, and so does my roommate.

One thing that helps is listening to the gripes of those around me. I hear tales of how horrible Java class was last semester. I heard someone comment that my idea of putting Caramel soft serve ice cream into a glass of 2% milk was `interesting'. Thank you, that's what I try for :^) . I heard two people in the table next to me talking about how awful it can be to deal with profs you can't understand (because of the language barrier), phantom homework assignments, etc. I heard someone curse `the Man' for putting taco toppings in between two moving lines. Amen, brother. D— the Man.