So, as I was on the shuttle back to my dorm, I heard the busdriver's radio; a lady was doing a speech for the Rep Rally. It was as annoying as hell. It's not so much the fact that she had an excruciating, gnawing soutern accent, but she kept referencing 9-11 (almost as often as the bible), and she kept pulling excuses out of her ass on why the US has the right to lord over other countries. News flash, lady, we're not the "moral compass of the world". Damnit, I hate that phrase. At this point, I don't know which candidate I'm going to vote for because, especially on a personality basis, I loath them both. Kerry's flip-flop on issues is bordering mutltiple personality disorder, and Bush's inability to speak his native language (i.e. 'nucular') is frightening. No more politics on this post; it's maddening.

So far, my favorite classes are intro. to anthropology and intro. to archaeology. I admit I like all my classes and professors, but I like these two in particular because the professor pays attention to me as much as I pay attention to them. I like interaction with people who teach me.

Some people in my history class need to be beaten, tazered, shot, or just bitch-slapped. I believe in the "no question is a dumb question" reasoning, but these people surpass even my good nature towards academia. 3 people in a row asked the professor the same trivial question to which I neglected to pay attention. One guy, even after the student instructor in our class warned us prior to class to turn off cells, let his phone go off for no less than a full minute. Rawr. Why does one do what the other does? Why can't they use their heads?

I like to call this phenomenon "Ugly (Dumb) Duckling grows up to be Ugly (Dumb) Duck."

I'm finally getting the hang of my weird schedule. T Th classes (2 of them) start at 3:30pm and end at 6:45pm. Wonder how much time it'll take to fully evolve into a creature of the living dead ...

College. You know, I was scared shitless before I got here, and now I'm loving it. The freedom's nice and all, but it really boils down to education. I'm going to LOVE anthropology (linguistic, cultural, and physical). The professors are so neat. The subject is utterly fascinating.

Up until now, school sucked. Period. I find out now that it wasn't the subjects that bored me, it was the institution and the system by which it ran. The professors, at least the ones instructing me, are teaching because they love what they teach and know enough to talk about it. They don't care if some of the students don't pay attention or don't share their interest; they have the option to leave them behind and to concentrate on those who do care.

The system here doesn't bind you to stupid rules and quotas. You pay, you learn if you want to. I thought education would always be that proverbial "winding road", and kindergarden all through highschool, it was. Terra firma. No liabilities worth mentioning, but no thrill either. While people around me were content with walking on dirt, I wanted to fly. This is my chance to do that, and this'll probably be my last as well. A learning experience solely devoted to the subjects I love, unhindered, unobstructed by gravity, that is, the real world.

I got a little carried away with symbolism, but that's the basic gist of things. I'm having the time of my life, and I hope everybody else is too. Time for one more reading and a summary. G'night!

Hello from UTSA. I'm finally settled down in my dorm with my lovely roommate, Analiza. She and I have a lot in common, and SHE CAN COOK! In exchange for her cooking service, I will clean. She and I will get along just fine, I can tell.

The dorms here are pretty nice. It's got a kitchen (w/ dishwasher, sink, cabinets, fridge, built-in counter, and 2 chairs), living room (a couch and a chair) , two rooms that lead off from the living/kitchen area (a twin bed, a desk, a chair, two drawers and a closet), and a bathroom for each.

I'll have orientation/schedule pick-up tomorrow all day from 10am to god-knows-when. Can't get as ready for school as I'd like yet. People have advised me not to go buy books on the list posted online because professors tend to change their minds about the curriculum. :p

Not much else to say. Oh yeah, tell me if you'd like my campus address.

Will update about today later. I have to disassemble my computer and pack it. I will not come back to my house until winter break. I can't stand that screaming madwoman and the little git.

Dumbass strikes again. My parents and I were watching TV when my mother saw something dad had said he'd seen on business years ago. My father said that he hadn't been with that certain work group. My mother countered that she remembered the phone call, and that it was the first time he'd had an sudden, urgent work call.

He should have left it there. Laughed it off and agreed. Blamed it on his bad memory. Anything.

My father (poor, tactless git) insisted that he had never gone to such an appointment, and that he'd known about it but never worked with it. Those of you who are familiar with my parents' history, fill the others in for me. Mother's a mess. I'll look back at this when I'm homesick and retch.

4 days to move-in. Man-o-man am I nervous.

I went over to my boyfriend's house today: spent 2 hours playing with his cats, and then the next 2 hours with him. I'll miss him while I'm away.

The thing that pisses me off most about having a new blog is that I can't boast a large archive. I could, of course, archive daily. Yes ... I'm sure that'll make me look like a right old veteran.

Take a look at my photos (in the Links). I went to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Where have you gone this summer?

Feeling a bit better with the new layout, font was nearly illegible, bold/reg was terrible. Most of it's fixed now.

Newness

Hello, and welcome to Point Blank. My dear blog was discovered by my father only several minutes ago, promting its swift demolition. (I was wondering when he'd find it. I mean, his full name, birthdate, and wedding days were on there. Poor git.)

I shall learn from my errors, and pick up where I left off.