Tonight, the comedian Pete Dominic visited Rose-Hulman. I swear, it’s been too long since I laughed that hard. It didn’t help that my Resident Assistant has a very contagious and loud laugh, meaning I could hear her several rows away. The guys sitting next to me looked like they were wondering if I was going to be able to draw breath to continue laughing. What makes it even funnier was that, when Dominic cracked a joke about the harshness of German compared to Spanish, complete with a sentence or two (like, “Where is the bathroom?”), the guy on my right said, “Ha ha. He said just said where is the…

I change my mind about 50 minute classes. They’re quite fine, compared with being kicked out of Engineering Chemistry because the teacher is concerned about breaking the poor, poor, first-term freshmen by giving us (heaven fucking forbid!) a course with a lab (like I don’t already have one). So they set Calc I as a prerequisite, and I am out of a class. After hunting through all the humanities courses and other required courses that I can take this term, it looks like I’m taking an Electrical and Chemical Engineering course called Intro to Logic Design that’s a required course for Comp Sci folks. Now, if only I hadn’t missed…

I like all my profs. They’re nice and helpful and are trying to cram our brains with what we need to know, yet not kill us. This is good. What is not good is this 50-minute class shit. By the time you sit down, unpack, and the lecture starts, it’s time to pack up again. It’s just weird. Ninety minutes works much better. Now commencing homework.

Today’s lesson: go eat breakfast before putzing around on your site. Wolfing down breakfast in 5 minutes? Not zesty or good for the stomach.

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