chaosmonkey

The first day of classes wasn't so bad. Tiring. Not exactly non-stop from 2:45 to 9:00 pm, but pretty darn close. My anthropology class is the first, and longest, of the day. Once a week, though, so it's not bad. And the prof is a bit of a geek. She mentioned Kilgons, like, five times. Okay, so she's quite a geek. I think I'll like it, and not just because we'll be talking about monkeys a lot. But, y'know... monkeys.

My intro to psychology teacher seems cool, too. She's from France, but I don't think I'll hold that against her. She's only been here in the states for ten years or so. I'd imagine teaching something like psychology with an accent must be tough, but she got some teaching award last year, so i guess she's doing okay.

My TV News teacher-person (I don't think she's a professor; she's only about 28) is alright, too. She's some sort of public defender for juveniles, and has a lot of experience working in the tv news biz. I couldn't imagine producing part of a tv news show at my age, but I guess she was close to it when she did. That, and I fucking hate tv news, anyhow. Why am I even taking that class? To spread my hate, of course.

All this, and I get Wednesdays off. Sweet. There's a free concert in Louisville tomorrow. My Morning Jacket and The Drive-By Truckers. Should be good. And free.

Me am tired.