Grades and the Freshman Experience

Ok. SO it turns out the Hebrew midterm wasn't so bad for me. A lot of other people in the class had no idea what the hell it was about, but for me, it was fine. I actually went up to the desk when I was finished (for the first time), stood there as she looks it over, tells me what I got wrong and hands it back to me to fix. She does this twice. So I think I'm ok. Also, the whole U thing with the grades turned out to be some computer issue and I'm not failing. I still think she's a bitch though. She calls everyone idiots if they don't understand Hebrew. In friggin 101.

Anyhow, heard some weird freshman college experience shit today. I'm so glad I'm not in a freshman dorm! Apparently, it's normal for kids to just walk up to someone's door and pee all over it because they don't like the person who lives behind it. Then, the resident of the room's comeback is even better: "Dude! You're sick! You just whip it all out and piss all over my door? At least I have the courtesy to store my piss in a jar" (and he points to it).

WTF?

Then, I get woken up at 3 something in the morning last night. Don't really know what that was about, except Jon told me it was Leeba calling him from my phone to ask him to call her suite that's two doors down from me so that she could get in. Another WTF? She could have just gotten my phone book and called directly.

Then, I get up at 7 this morning for Sukkot services. I was supposed to lead the haftarah but of course no one's there enough for a minyan so we don't even read Torah. Joyous. So I'm exhausted, start drifting off in Speculative Fiction which really pissed me off and I found out I got a B on my paper which made me really sad. My flippant style sucks, apparently. No, Betsy didn't say this, but I think it. At least now I know what to do (or not) on the next one.

Two papers due on the same day. Spec Fic essay #2 and Medieval Lit essay#1 and the midterm which is really freaking me out. Anyhow, at least I figured out what the hell I'm writing it on, finally. Only took me all semester until now! Art as the only vehicle to express true love that doesn't channel through G-d in reality. And there's actually lots of scholarly BS on it that I can use to BS it more because thank G-d the Lais of Marie de France are older than hell.

All right, also, Jordana has been sleepwalking apparently and not remembering anything of the random light turn-ons at 2am or such times. WTF?!? I brought it up at dinner and she had no idea what I was talking about. Joy. I thought I was the sleep walker!

I have to go read now. The Man in the High Castle. Very good reading actually. For Spec Fic, so of course!