Ruminating
Aug. 27th, 2004 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kiralamouse"Ruminating." That's such a fun word, isn't it? Almost as fun as "serendipity." Serendipity serendipity serendipity. Or "quark." Quark quark bo-bork banana fana fo-fork me my mo-mork, qua-ark.
Current mood: silly. Does it show?
My first week of school is done, and lo and behold, I have had something of a social life, been busily working on homework rather than falling behind, and have yet to sit down in the bookstore or turn on a movie and cocoon myself entirely in my own little world. Still more shocking, I have yet to sit at my computer for longer than an hour or so a day. I begin to suspect that this gorgeous summer weather is just waiting to erupt in boiling clouds of smoke and fire to reveal the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
I have, like a sensible wench, dropped Biblical Hebrew (many of you probably know this because I spent much time telling all and sundry how I'm now showing some traces of sanity on the subject.) I spent the better part of Wednesday morning panicking over trying to find a replacement, since apparently every single good course at this school is scheduled at the same time as my absolutely necessary American Lit class. I almost had a nervous breakdown trying to explain to my mom why I looked to be going underweight on classes for, oh, the third? fourth? semester running. Mom v. sympathetic, suggested looking for a phys ed class. Tried explaining that all the good phys ed classes are gone by the time the juniors finish early registration, but checked anyway. (Here comes the serendipity part.) And lo, the Lord did send a miracle unto the Mouse in her hour of need, abundance beyond measure; for he did cause a place to open in a good PHYA course, a place without spot or blemish -- for in her heart the Mouse had longed to take archery since first she discovered the course at school, but had despaired of ever attaining it, as it was full even before she did begin her earliest registration. And it did come to pass that as the Mouse looked upon the PHYA listings, a place appeared in the archery class, and angels did sing hallelujahs from on high; and the place remained throgh the wait for the #*$&%$# slow registration to load up, that the Mouse might have time to slip into the class at the perfect time while retaining her Free Friday schedule. And there was much rejoicing. Hmm. I was going to make up chapter and verse citation, but I'm quite satisfied with the pseudo-KJV language to stand for itself.
My final schedule: archery and a class on sci-fi (joy!) Monday/Wednesday; American Lit, Human Prehistory, and Medieval English Lit Tuesday/Thursday; and the odd Anth recitation on Monday. (Prehistory is an anthropology class which, wonder of wonders, seems to have a prof capable of teaching and a textbook capable of being read.)
So, I've demonstrated how the words "ruminating" and "serendipity" came to mind; I must confess that "quark" came up simply b/c I was reading an old Calvin and Hobbes yesterday, where Calvin was hawking scientific names at $1 a pop on the grounds that science couldn't come up with interesting names on its own. Hobbes merely replied by saying, "I like to say 'quark!' Quark quark quark!"
And that, ladies and germs, contains the top highlights of my week. Now back to reading.
Current mood: silly. Does it show?
My first week of school is done, and lo and behold, I have had something of a social life, been busily working on homework rather than falling behind, and have yet to sit down in the bookstore or turn on a movie and cocoon myself entirely in my own little world. Still more shocking, I have yet to sit at my computer for longer than an hour or so a day. I begin to suspect that this gorgeous summer weather is just waiting to erupt in boiling clouds of smoke and fire to reveal the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
I have, like a sensible wench, dropped Biblical Hebrew (many of you probably know this because I spent much time telling all and sundry how I'm now showing some traces of sanity on the subject.) I spent the better part of Wednesday morning panicking over trying to find a replacement, since apparently every single good course at this school is scheduled at the same time as my absolutely necessary American Lit class. I almost had a nervous breakdown trying to explain to my mom why I looked to be going underweight on classes for, oh, the third? fourth? semester running. Mom v. sympathetic, suggested looking for a phys ed class. Tried explaining that all the good phys ed classes are gone by the time the juniors finish early registration, but checked anyway. (Here comes the serendipity part.) And lo, the Lord did send a miracle unto the Mouse in her hour of need, abundance beyond measure; for he did cause a place to open in a good PHYA course, a place without spot or blemish -- for in her heart the Mouse had longed to take archery since first she discovered the course at school, but had despaired of ever attaining it, as it was full even before she did begin her earliest registration. And it did come to pass that as the Mouse looked upon the PHYA listings, a place appeared in the archery class, and angels did sing hallelujahs from on high; and the place remained throgh the wait for the #*$&%$# slow registration to load up, that the Mouse might have time to slip into the class at the perfect time while retaining her Free Friday schedule. And there was much rejoicing. Hmm. I was going to make up chapter and verse citation, but I'm quite satisfied with the pseudo-KJV language to stand for itself.
My final schedule: archery and a class on sci-fi (joy!) Monday/Wednesday; American Lit, Human Prehistory, and Medieval English Lit Tuesday/Thursday; and the odd Anth recitation on Monday. (Prehistory is an anthropology class which, wonder of wonders, seems to have a prof capable of teaching and a textbook capable of being read.)
So, I've demonstrated how the words "ruminating" and "serendipity" came to mind; I must confess that "quark" came up simply b/c I was reading an old Calvin and Hobbes yesterday, where Calvin was hawking scientific names at $1 a pop on the grounds that science couldn't come up with interesting names on its own. Hobbes merely replied by saying, "I like to say 'quark!' Quark quark quark!"
And that, ladies and germs, contains the top highlights of my week. Now back to reading.
