Yeah, I know I don't write often enough. Really, I'm sorry.
I started my second semester classes this past week. Since most of my classmates went on exchange this semester, the rest of us get to take minors. So that's all I'm doing this semester, is minor classes (and resits). I'm taking American Business and Culture, and Society and Culture in the English-Speaking world. The Society & Culture one is going to be really interesting, I think. For the first 6 weeks we are talking mostly about the UK and Ireland. We have to write a book report on some English or Irish novel (we have a list to choose from) and there's an exam at the end of the term. Not too bad.
The American Business and Culture one seems like it will be annoying. The business part is probably okay, it lasts for 6 weeks and we're going to talk about different American/international companies based in the US, and their influence on the rest of the world. But for the culture portion, apparently we're going to be reading a bunch of texts and things and talking about how they relate to American culture. For example, in the first class we read a page from the Mayflower Compact and a page from the New England Primer. Then we talked about pilgrims and Puritans and stuff. For the exam for that class, he's going to give us 20 quotes from the various texts we've read and we'll have to identify in which text they were found. I'm not really looking forward to that.
Tonight, Jenn, Moon, Tessa and I are going to a restaurant out at the beach. My very late birthday dinner. It's called Rodizio, and it's a Brazilian churrasco place. I haven't been to one in a long time, and I really hope that it's comparable to the one in Boise that we used to go to. And I hope they have enough vegetarian options for Jenn and I.
Azazel has been sleeping up on my bed with me every night lately, except that he always wants to leave the room around 7 in the morning and I don't want to make him stay because I don't know how good his bladder control is. So I have to climb out of bed with a cat every morning and then let him out… And he really hates being carried down that ladder (and I hate carrying him down, but I'd rather he not jump). I think he fell off the other night, and ever since then he always acts like he will jump down himself and I grab him before he does because I don't want him to hurt himself. I don't know how I always wake up when he wants down, but I do. He doesn't touch me or make any noise but somehow it always wakes me up. This morning he was more determined to jump than normally, and I was watching to see if he would because he was aiming for the washer machine, which is not as far to fall. I was standing on the ladder waiting to see what he would do, and he gave up and came directly to me to let me carry him down. He's a smart cat.
He's on the windowsill watching me right now. Meow.
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