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Spring Semester

This semester will probably be the most relaxed I've ever had. I might even get a job this semester. As I'm typing this, in fact, I'm at Cool Beans listening to Ben Edwards and other musicians perform music. Last night, I tried to induce a musical high by listening to Binaural Beats. Then I laid out on my futon and listened to Pink Floyd. I really need a job. And I need to start some serious work on my senior project.

My classes are:

Environmental Science - I'm really excited about this class, because the environment is one thing in which I'm emotionally invested. Open discussion about environmental issues and a teacher that is actually a scientist (one of the few teachers on campus who accepts evolution, thank God).

Intro to Physical Science - Not excited about this class. Taking it pass/fail.

Concepts of Physical Fitness - bleh.

Folk Dance - Hell yes. This class is awesome. We've learned like 5 dances already, and we're going to learn a ton more by the end of the semester.

Okay, so I have more classes, but they aren't really classes. But I'm in the stage band and sax ensemble, and I'm in the choir and men's quartet. I'm not on the STIR this semester, but I'm still doing some journalistic activity for the underground paper: The Alstirnative. I can't say who's behind it: it's a secret. I'm also doing my senior project this semester - a documentary. I'll post later on how that's turning out, but my idea right now is to do an experimental-style documentary detailing how a selection of Sterling residents find significance in small-town Kansas.

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