Harvey Has Two Mommies.

First week at school over. I survived. The week in (somewhat choppily written) sum:
Tuesday:
-Move in day, packed everything in the morning. Very smooth process, all and all.
-Sat at the History and Anthropology Club booths (simultaneously) and yelled at the Freshers to join.
-Something like four gay men lounged in my room and talked while my roommate gave them massages until midnight. No shit.
-She then asked if we could put a sign on our door that said, "Come on in! Take off your clothes!" I agreed. Nothing yet has come of it.

Wednesday:
-First Day of class
-T'ai Chi: Great Prof. Former Dean of one or another of the colleges at IU. We only did 30 seconds of actual t'ai chi, but I left so relaxed that I walked differently for about four hours afterwards.
-History 124 -- Crisis in the Gilded Age. I ended up dropping this class. I adore the prof. Other professors say they want to take her classes, she's just that good. But she wanted me to do five 5 paged papers and a 15 pager at the end of the semester. It pains me, but I have to watch my limits.
-Anthro 328 -- Japanese Popular Culture. I thought the class started at 2:15. It actually started at 2. I know this professor. Had classes with her the past two semesters, taking two classes with her this semester. She rocks my socks. I open the classroom door. "Errr... Is this Popular Culture?" "What do you think?" We thought it was funny (well, I did...) the rest of the class, thinking me some poor hapless fool, thought she was a meanie.
-History 306 -- medieval England. Another terrific professor. Very laid back. Writing intensive. He won't be grading our first two papers. Says that the way college treats writing is artificial. Talked to us about priorities. "If your heart is broken, maybe that is the time to find someone to make you some chicken soup, not to learn about the Charter of 1217. Don't show up to class." He went on like that. This is why I go to a small school.
-After classes: mental break down. Used up all my allotted monthly crazy points. Very unfortunate.
-Dinner with Mom.

Thursday:
-Latin. Yet another awesome professor. I was surprised how much I'd forgotten over break. The class is very small, only 6 people, and all of us remember nothing. Fortunately the instructor is taking it slow. Hurrah.
-Change and Tradition. My second class with the venerable Dr. E. It's a core class. We'll be learning about China and Islam.
-Work! I worked! Mine is the best job of Life. I get to shuffle about up in the University Archive with the rare books. First day the boss person just got my coworker and I familiar with the environment. Talked about what to do in case of emergencies; there's a particularly good place to jump off the building, apparently. Our portion of the library is closed stacks, which means that if I catch the president of my university, Bobby Fong (or Bofo, as the student body has a tendency to call him) back there and he doesn't have a good reason, I can escort him to the lobby. Teeheee.
-Night trip to Meyer, where my roomie and I bought a fish. It's a betta and its name is Harvey Caleb Anderson-Ostoich. He is our child. Yes, that's right. Harvey has two mommies.

Friday:
-Work! Lots of it! I hand folded plastic covers for about forty book jackets using a little bone tool. Then I read about book preservation for a few hours. Alternately fascinating and monotonous. More former than the latter.
- There was a big "Birthday Party" for Butler on the lawn. It's our sesquicentennial. I helped blow up balloons for the wee people. I would then hide myself when I saw the poor dears burst into tears as their beloved balloons disconnected themselves from their loosely tied strings.

I've been exhausted all week until now. I finally managed some time alone to do nothing but listen to music. I never realized how important to my sanity this is. Currently bopping to "You Wouldn't Like Me" by Tegan and Sara.