As I sit on the john (or is it jon?) I can't help but think this has probably been one of my day's top 3 moments. I have an open house, which tonight happens to feel horribly lonely for some reason, but at least I can take care of business with the door open and a laptop at my disposal to type away on. (For all you people who think that's nasty for some reason I challenge you to think of a better reason than "it just is")It feels liberating, something my day did not feel till this point.
Anyways it has been another predictably awful day at Temple U, and I am generally having an harder start this semester than even I could have expected. So I'm gonna warn the public now in all caps so that everyone knows where I'm coming from...IF THIS BLOG CONTAINS VERY DEPRESSING POETRY IN THE DAYS TO COME, DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU....today was especially brutal because I ran into Satan in college class form--public speaking. A 3-hour torture session featuring unreasonably high student expectations, severe cases of red-face, heavy perspiration in an overly heated, unflatteringly lit classroom. That's okay though because you also get to do an inane amount of research, only for the possibility of a decent grade. If anyone knows me, they know that I'm not afraid to talk to anyone and I'm not afraid to look like a complete jackass, the second feature being pretty much a commonplace actually. That said, put me in a classroom setting and I'm a shaking computer nerd trying to ask a girl to the school dance. Add to that my bi-polar, winter depressed self and you have a recipe for disaster.
Thursday is generally a great day of the week, which is why this turn of events is particularly unfortunate. I hope Public Speaking Class dies a slow and painful death. It will, probably at the hands of yours truly in the Spring of 2009.
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