“Home is where the heart is.”
“There is no place like home.”
“Home is where memories are built.” (I think this one resembles an HGTV commercial.)
So I’m back at UT, unpacked and settled into my dorm with a few staples like granola bars, ramen noodles (I haven’t gotten sick of them yet) and several bottles of water.
I just finished my first week of the spring semester. I’m in some pretty solid engineering classes. This semester I’m taking statics, physics II, engineering computations and differential equations. Sounds pretty hard, and after the first couple days I would agree. More on that later.
Another day, another dollar. This semester’s “first day of school” was something of an anticlimax, given that I am only taking two real classes. These classes, however, are so real that I don’t even feel guilty about slacking. Fourth-semester Arabic: six credit hours, four days a week, bajillions of hours of homework. Priceless. Or something. And Plan II Physics. Money quote: “Is the universe ROUND? or is it ROUND?”–professor, gesticulating wildly. Doesn’t that sound real to you?
Have you ever seen “A Christmas Story?” That one – “you’ll shoot your eye out” and leg lamps and sticking tongues to poles.