Irina Bernebring Journiette

I’m slowly feeling better. Last night I went to dinner hosted by the Italian crowd, there me and Helena met with three girls (one Swedish) who we decided to go with for a ladies night out in Newport. We danced the night, and my sickness, away. I woke up 13 hours later feeling fine. Well, not completely restored, but restored enough to continue on with life.

Now I’m spending the evening researching which classes to take next quarter. Arabic high on the list. However, apparently the beginners course is only offered fall quarter. At the moment I am so upset for not realizing this earlier and taking the course this quarter. Now my only options are a bunch of courses I don’t really feel like taking. So, so far, I’ve sent three emails regarding classes I’m not really legible to take, trying to find classes that I feel can complement my previous studies. I’m sick of theory, I want practice. I want to write, not read about writing, hence no more English classes for me. Maybe I should just try to do as little schoolwork as possible and emerge myself in extra curricula activities, such as writing for the New U? Aaaa. I don’t know. My heart is leading the revolution against my brain. I feel a Coup d’état creeping up, making decisions against the greater good of my intellectual self-preservation. How about a class in Social Dance?