That Crunchy Granola Type

So, I started college this past Monday at Pellissippi State Technical Community College or whatever the "official" name is of the place. It's pretty okay, makes me glad I didn't go the the humongous University of Tennessee, Knoxville. I love all of my classes, so much that I'm going to share with you a very detailed, stalker friendly description of my day--partly from boredom, partly as an attempt to rid writer's block so I can start my proposal for my first project. That's right--already I have a semester project.
See my Mondays start bright and early at 8:30 as I (hopefully) arrive on campus early to get a decent parking spot. As I trek to my Western Civilizations class on the 3rd floor of thje McWherter building at 9:40, I reflect on my fear of heights and that wonderful burning sensation in my calves as I haul my huge backpack up there with me. It was in this class that I was assigned my semester project. Professor Erickson passed around a sheet of paper with each unit listed and a slot for four student names. I signed up next to the "Rome" topic and my mind flocked to the ideas I had brewing in my head already.
Imagine me in a toga, if you will....
xD
I'm pumped. So, before my next class (General Biology 1110) began at 11:50, I rushed to the library--my new home. I checked out five books (count em!) for good measure and carried them all to my car in the very back parking lot (I like to call it Egypt). And then I briskly walked back (I like that word, briskly) to the McWherter building only to hear my heart sinking. Professor McElroy, though very lively and sure to be a wonderful instructor, believes "death by PowerPoint" is the root of all evil. It's horrible. She doesn't make PowerPoints, she doesn't post notes on line. I got nothing. See, to me, this so called "death by PowerPoint" is the life in my lungs, the air in my veins!
O.o
Well, you know what I mean. I live for the stuff. You see,  if I can write down the PowerPoints off line, read them for myself, hear the instructor go over the matieral, and then take lecture notes on top of that! It's golden. Good stuff right there. But no, my worst subject doesn't believe in the power of the PowerPoints.
So then, I have found a solution.
Death by Outlines.
This, this horrible wretched fun thing to do, is the root of all evil. Who wants to curl up next to the fireplace with a biology book (or math book, as my math instructor "David" pointed out this morning)? No one, that's who. But alas, I must do it, just as Snape must be honor bound to serve two masters. I must write the outline. -.-
However the lovely Professor McElroy did ((I just realized that all of these Professor titles really do make me delusionally believe I'm at Hogwarts.)) give us extra credit opportunities out of the wazzoo.
Moving on to Tuesday. Finite Mathematics in the Lamar building with David Fey (who really prefers you to call him David)) ...

I interrupt this blog post to inform whomever may read this that at 12:23pm on Tuesday August 30, 2011 wbir, the local news crew, tweeted the following:
"@wbir: Streaker arrested with racoon in the car http://t.co/NmSxN6y "
First, let us look and see that I do believe "raccoon" is misspelled and then, please do click the link. It's worth it.
O.O
That man is obviously freaked out by something! Goodness.....
O.o

I return to the story of David, the eccentric math instructor who begs you to call him by his first name. His class with nothing interesting other than the fact all of the homework and quizzes are online and the access code has to be purchased from the bookstore. Problem: the bookstore is sold out of access codes. -.-
So I went to the cafeteria, bought myself the only light and healthy snack I could find and took a seat to begin on the second extra credit assignment for my Biology class (yes, second. You may seend the nerd alert out at any time).
And it was here, as I stirred the granola into my strawberry fruit and yogurt cup that I realized--I look like that crunchy granola type. You know the one. With the tiedye peace shirt on, reading her college success book as she sits alone in the corner of the cafeteria thinking of the wonderful post that this would make on her blog that no one ever reads.

Oh wait.

-,- see my problem?

And now, I will pull myself away from the blog (after posting to facebook of course) and pretend I am a scholarly person as I go downstairs to study and outline my biology book.
Have a very Crunchy day,
Kayy