Cha-Ching Cherry

"Good morning, Harry Potter fans!"

This, my dearest friends and family, is how my first day of classes started. I consider this day a success. Intro to Lit (aka Harry Potter) was delightful. I smiled a lot. I had a class in this classroom last semester, with about 25 people in the class... a normal size for the room. This semester there are over 50 students in this same classroom. As I glanced around the room I quickly realized that I had never been in such a diverse class. All college age levels represented, some obvious jock material just trying to get in their gen eds, some obvious book worms sitting on the edge of their seats, and several girls who didn't seem to be Harry Potter people at all. I don't know how I could tell, I mean I guess it was just a first impression stereotype of these girls.

This stereotype was quickly shot down. A girl in my small group who could have easily passed as a "cheerleader" said she had read the series ten times and was such a nerd. I smiled.

Then we went around and stated our majors. More than one person mentioned creative writing. I smiled.

Then our teacher talked about previously teaching C.S. Lewis, and Tolkin. I smiled.

Then she asked what we wanted to learn about literature. Someone mentioned plot development, character development, foreshadowing. Several of these sentences from people suggesting started with, "Well, I'm a writer so..." I smiled.

My second class of the day was math. After running around Trafton for about 10 minutes trying to figure out where the heck our classroom was located, we reached our class. We had high expectations for our teacher, having read reviews on the glorious ratemyprofessors.com. These did NOT disappoint. I have never been so excited for math in my life. As we were going through the syllabus, Stacy and I were literally smiling after every section. Glorious.

AFTER THIS, my friends, I WORKED OUT. ON THE VERY FIRST DAY OF CLASSES. Oh, it was a much needed workout. There's nothing like a long, endorphin releasing, sweat inducing run to clear the mind. Except now my body aches, because I had the mind set that I could run as far as I used to, and still be just fine. False. I need to start slower.

Tomorrow starts at 9 am with my acting class and pushes along at quite a speedy pace until after 5 pm. I am so exhausted right now, but all I wish to do is write.

Oh! Okay, so yesterday I learned Hey, Soul Sister on the ukulele. The chord progression sounded curiously similar to I'm Yours. Yep. Same thing. So, I slowed Soul Sister down, mashed it with I'm Yours, and found out that it's been done before. It's kinda cool. I prefer the Soul Sister key, because the I'm Yours key just seems to take it down too low.

Today, we end with these kind words from the likes of William Shakespeare.

"You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe!" - Henry IV Part Two

Rad:This is for you, Adam. I get to play my french horn tomorrow. Also, the fact that when Will tries to pronounce Barack Obama, he says, "Rock a Llama." Wow, we're rad today.

Unrad: Burnt Bridges and tickled catastrophes