FINISHED

It's 3 a.m. I just finished my Opera project, you know, the one I probably did too much work on that clocks in at a total of 51 pages? Yeah, that one. It's done. I mean, ALL done. I am really happy right now, but I am also sort of out of it. I haven't stayed up this late in a long time. That being said, I will continue this post later today, like at a normal hour. Oh, and for those of you in Norwich, it's about 8 in the morning. Good morning. I am going to bed. Now.

Man or Mouse?

I haven't written in almost a week. I really have had nothing exciting to say. Ok, this post is not especially exciting, but I thought it was rather funny.

In Opera tonight, we watched Lucia di Lammermoor, a strange opera about a woman who marries against her will and ends up killing her husband and dying herself. Lots of high notes, not a lot of stage action. Anyway, the first time my class saw her husband, we started laughing. He was...robust. Large, with very dapper clothes and a sweet puffy hair-do. Not your Brad Pitt. After his first scene ended, someone in my class voiced in nicely: "He looks like a gerbil." We all laughed, knowing he was right. Another student said, "Or the Lion from The Wizard of Oz." We all laughed again, noting this was true. As the opera went on, I thought (very cleverly too) "Hmm. Here is a man who is both a lion and mouse." I know, very clever.

And then we watched the scene where Lucia goes insane. And sings for about 30 minutes. All in all, I think it was a very good way to spend an evening.

I-ay am-ay appy-hay

This weekend I went home. On Saturday I dug potatoes, trimmed a hedge, raked, and watched King Kong. The old school version. On Sunday we went to the Busti Apple Festival and I got some apples and a Cactus. Her name is Cynthia Sophia. That is basically the extent of my weekend, but the point is, even though I had a really great time at home, it wasn't so hard to come back to Alfred. Heck, if I had the choice, I would rather be home, hands down. But it didn't seem like the end of the world this time, coming back to school. I guess that's a good thing. Maybe that means that school isn't hard enough, that I'm not realizing what a change college is from the rest of my life. Maybe not. Anyway, I guess it's still a good thing that I'm so darn happy, at here, or at home. Being happy is a good thing, right?

Why I like College

To be honest, I was worried that Alfred wasn't the right college for me for a few weeks. But now...it still may not be the "perfect college." There may be a place out there that was perfect for me. But I am really happy here, I love all my classes, and it is a beautiful campus. Just this past week, I got to read short stories, debate about environmental ethics, and watch Don Giovanni. I mean, what's not to love? Not to mention the food. Give me half a grapefruit a day, and I will be fine. And the fact that there are pianos available any time of the night or the day if I ever want to practice on them. So I think overall, this is the right school for me. I'm not trying to sound sappy or emotionally whacked out, so roll your eyes if you will. I am having a sweet time, essays, rain, homesickness, and all.

Oh and one more thing...

"Those aren't giant prawns."

"Yes they are."

"No they're not."