Tuesday, October 19, 2004
A boy named "Kevin" and I snuck into a workshop for first-generation college students last night, because it offered free pizza. Well, we "snuck in" in the sense that Kevin's friend, as an organization member, took us. But no one else knew who we were. We stuffed our faces and listened to some staff member's PowerPoint presentation listing campus buildings and services. Afterward Kevin and Polo (they sound like a cartoon duo) invited me to join them at a campus movie night sometime. They are my new food buddies.
Texas Tech posted spring schedules sometime yesterday; being an anxious little schedule bunny, I already composed a few options. They hinge upon whether I take Japanese next semester or wait until summer. I must take the five credit-hour Latin course, and I suspect I might not devote properly to both at once. If I do not enroll in Japanese it leaves room to begin achieving the Linguistics minor requirements with sophomore English courses (Introduction to Critical Writing and Introduction to Poetry) and Anthropological Lingustics in Languages and Cultures. With Biology of Plants (a natural science) that equals eighteen hours, of which I intend to scrounge up funds for three (the loans cover fifteen) or scrap an English. Sometime this week I'll meet with the Applied Linguistics advisor lady and someone from the Education department.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:01 AM]