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A New Semester

I know I haven't been too faithful this semester in keeping my blog updated. Mostly it's because nothing exciting is happening - just business as usual. I'll start off by posting the classes I'm taking this semester:

Western Culture and History
World Literature II
Greek II
Intro to the New Testament
Human Social Context
Swing Band
Saxophone Choir
History of the Novel in English
Jazz Combo

In addition to these classes (19 hours), I'm in the Spring Shakespeare play, As You Like It, as Corin, a shepherd. Also, I've been recruited by the debate team here on campus to start practicing debate to see if I want to try out any tournaments.

I must admit, this will probably be the busiest semester I've had since starting college. Many of my classes are reading-intensive. Besides textbooks, I have 24 books to read, 14 Novels for History of the Novel, and the others from classes like World Lit, Western Culture, and Human Social Context. That's almost two books per week!

Oh, for those who didn't know, I was able to take a trip to California right before classes started. Here are some pictures:



A picture I took on the way up. Check out the clouds forming around the peak.



One of the little ones.



And again.



Another one, making crafts.



And again.



And again.



The littlest one (he's laughing, not screaming).



Now he's perplexed.



The oldest child and his faithful dog, Dawson.

It was a great joy to see my old host family and church members. Going back to Santa Clarita made me remember why it was I loved California so much.

Since I've been back at school, I've already read Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe. While I cannot say it was the most enjoyable book I've read, I can say that it had its humorous points, and was especially valuable in understanding the early developments of the English novel. I particularly and looking forward to reading The Crying of Lot 49, since it is a Postmodern book, and I have identified with that movement quite a bit (as I found out through last semester's philosophy class).

I'm still waiting for a reply from Xanterra as to whether or not I'll be working for Yellowstone National Park this summer. I'm also waiting for the school to get back to me on my financial aid status. Apparently, I have accrued some more financial aid from some private donors. I would like to see if I can move off-campus without any kind of financial penalty. There are some apartments here in town with an income-based rent. I can essentially live there for free, and save a lot of money on room and board (we pay on average 6.50 per meal with the SC meal plans).

That's about it. Sorry for the long post - I should really start posting more often.

Comments

Aurora said…
What kind of saxophone do you play? Alto?
Aurora said…
Yes, exclusively alto. I thought about trying out tenor, but then I paid a ridiculously large sum for a new alto. Now, I'm dedicated to my shiny new friend without sway.

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