Seth Kinast’s Blog

So my first day of classes is over, and I’m pretty excited about my classes.

• Microbiology will be really fun I think; it doesn’t seem too hard and I enjoy the material. The teacher is nice and the material is laid out clearly.
• Organic Chemistry is rather scary, and not just because our teacher is a Russian who was a major in the Russian Red Army. The book is Greek to me; I’ve never been a chemistry kid. Luckily Jessica is in the class (as well as in my micro class) and she is going to help me with ochem while I help her with micro. To each his strength…
• I love my French Poetry class, mostly due to Dr. Winston. However, I got into class and sat in the front row. A guy came and sat directly behind me. All through class, he made these little clickings and mutterings in the back of his throat as if he had something stuck in it. And I don’t mean every few minutes, I mean constantly, without pause. He also fidgeted and twitched quite a bit. Then he volunteered to read, and he stuck about six grammatical and pronunciation errors in ONE LINE of poetry! He reads and speaks at a 1000 level and yet he’s in 3853? (Later I found out he’s mildly retarded… autistic. And also an RA. Yay for equal-opportunity institutions… guess he gets passed through every class lest OU be sued or something.
• I walked into George Lynn Cross for my Microbiology Lab and was mildly intimidated. There were mostly juniors and seniors taking the class, and here I am a 17-year-old second-year student… even though I’m a “junior”. The lab seems interesting but intense. I think if I make it fun it will be, otherwise, three hours twice a week will be feeling pretty long.

However, I’m really not enjoying my housing situation this year. That actually doesn’t convey my feelings. Um. Really. I signed up for the same room in Honors because I enjoyed it so much last year. It was quiet, conducive to studying, and there were lots of great guys on my wing to hang out with. This year, it’s louder than Walker, which had the Gigglies. Worse, it usually congregates near my room. Not to mention the constant racial slurs and cursing that get bandied around. I’ve taken to escaping over to Cate Main, which is incredibly quiet this year. I suspect it’s because, as Sam said, mostly upperclassmen spent time in Main and now there are none left. Ah well, at least I have one sanctuary left. But I’d rather that sanctuary be my room…

…and here I return from Cate and they’re playing video games, loudly, without headphones. Whatever happened to worrying about bothering your roommate? That’s why I always wear my headphones. Meh. Next time James leaves the room I’m going to scope out his TV and figure out what connections it has and go buy him headphones. I’m sick of it already and it’s not been a week.

Tomorrow will be fun… Discrete Structures and RA Training, woo! Then a barbecue at the campus house, but at least Sam will come so I won’t be totally the odd one out…