Prologue Part 2
September 20, 2009 Hola hola everyone! How are you? I'm fine, thank you. A little about me, you ask? (...and if you didn't ask, I'm going to tell you anyway). Well, I hail from the Land of 10,000 Lakes (there's actually something like 20,000, but who's counting?) in a suburb a short walk away from the St. Paul side of the Twin Cities. I was really sad I missed the State Fair this year. But I quickly got over my lack of eating everything-on-a-stick when I stepped back on campus this August. The sun was shinning, the grass was green, the first-years were frolicking. It's going to be a good year.
If there's three things you should know about me, it's that I like sports, music, and the anterior cingulate cortex. I also like to write journals on occasion for whoever would like to read them. A few possible topics for the upcoming semester:
That is all. For now.
- My classes: Cellular Neurobiology, Organic Chemistry II, Modern Algebra, and Murder, Madness, and Mayhem (a 19th century Russian literature writing-intensive course). I'm not quite sure if I will make it out of the semester alive, but as long as I'm still breathing without assistance, I'll write a bit about my classes.
- Sporting events: My fall tennis season comes to a conclusion in just two weeks, but there's a still a lot of matches to be played before then. I also like to cheer on our soccer, volleyball, and (potentially over .500?) football teams.
- Musical events: There's always something going on in Wellin, the Barn, or the Annex. And when I need a diversion from the massive amount of work, I'll be there.
- Suite stuff: My suitemates and I do some cool things. At least we think they're cool things.
- Food Fetishes: My ode to the Opus cookie is long overdue. My poem for the Pup popcorn is just dying to be written.
- Randomness: I'll most likely be writing these journals while listening to my Pandora station, which is currently a mix of musicals, Spanish pop music, and Disney-machine produced "music." So if a journal entry ever has a random quote from Evita in it, you'll know why.