Some thoughts on my first week of classes:
My Intro to American Studies professor does this thing with his face -- purses his lips and cocks his head -- exactly like Pee Wee Herman. I noticed it right away but couldn't figure out what it was reminding me of, because, besides being skinny and sort of handsome in a pixie-ish way, he doesn't otherwise resemble Pee Wee, but he did it on Wednesday and suddenly I made the association and I stifled a laugh which came out as just a "huhn!" and a smile.
I've been very lucky in my choice of classes again, or maybe the caliber of faculty at U.T. is just that good. All my professors are good lecturers, engaging, smart, and funny.
I'm going to be reading like a fiend this semester. Besides two pretty dense textbooks for my Geology and History of Texas Government classes, I'll be reading about a dozen books and a stack of about 200 photocopied pages for my two American Studies classes.
I think Spanish will be, if not less challenging, less stressful this semester. The teacher is organized, somewhat strict, and very very patient.
I feel less connected or engaged or something than I did last semester, but I'm blaming it on the cedar fever. I can't for the life of me remember the names of my professors, except my Spanish teacher. I'm sort of in a fog because my nose is constantly running, I have a headache, and I can't breathe through my nose.