Classes began on Wednesday. I'm pretty sure I could leave it at that, but that would not make for the best entry ever, so I will extend it a bit.

School has succeeded in running my life yet again, as it has for the last fourteen years. So, in an effort to share my pain and anguish concerning the college experience with others in the student body, I will relive the last three days so that you can read and enjoy. You better be thankful.

Anyways, here are my four classes, and my initial impressions:

Philosophy 102 (Introduction to Logic): I've got to say, this class is currently defying description. The teacher, Professor Ty Barnes, is new to Western, so I get the feeling he is getting his footing just like I am. The class itself is interesting, but hasn't gone anywhere yet. First class of the morning = waking up, anyways, so it's probably for the best.

Pyschology 101 (Intro. to Psych): I'm pretty sure I will never be able to spell pyschology right the first time. Anyways, this class...embodies college. Plopping down into a 400-person class in a big auditorium is what it's all about. Again, things have barely started yet, so...yeah. It's rather boring right now. Professor Debbie Chun is in charge, though. She really likes Hawaii. So do I. We get along well, though I doubt she knows who I am.

Spanish 104 (Elementary Spanish): Wow. This class is intense. There is most definetely a love/hate relationship going on in there. I feel like I am going to die everytime I set foot in that room, but I feel so smart when stuff actually clicks. Professor (oh, excuse me, "profesora") Alonzo refuses to speak in English in class. While I understand this to a limited extent, it doesn't make it less challenging. This may very well be my GPA-killer.

Communications 101 (Intro. to Comm., I think): Basically Speech class, if you've ever taken that. Professor Penny Britton seems to be a very positive sort of person, so I don't forsee any problems. She even mentioned the first year blog thing (yes, that's right, Penny: one of us bloggers is in one of your classes). A more "student-taught" approch will be interesting, I think. Anyways, no problems here.

So, yes. Those are my classes. Seventeen credits, in case you were wondering. We'll see if I survive. If I do, you can too. Trust me on that one.

A note to teachers: I am not afraid of using my newfound status as a pedastal. Just give me an A, and we'll get along fine.

Just kidding. Somewhat.