January 11, 2001
Hee. My lit prof called
Hee. My lit prof called me a smartass today. One of the things we read for today's class was a trickster myth. I recognized it as such. We were discussing it, and he asked what that particular character was like and people started listing off traits. I said, "Well, he's a trickster." He stopped, looked at me and grinned and said, "Yes, he is. And you know exactly what that is, too, don't you? Smart ass." Then he went on to explain trickster mythology. I think he was amused. I was too, but I was a little embarrassed too.
Honestly? I can't shut up. I knew this was going to happen. I described it earlier to someone like this: I feel like my brain is this big sponge that's alternately dry and dripping wet at the same time. On the one hand, I've got this part of my brain that's been DYING for this sort of thing, these discussions and such, but on the other hand, I've got all these ideas that I've been DYING to get out and talk about. I don't want my classmates to see me as a brown-noser or anything, but I'm just so damn happy to be back in school, I'm probably much more excited to be there than the average student.
*cough* The "random moonset picture"
*cough* The "random moonset picture" from yesterday's entry has been fixed. I suppose it would help if I uploaded it, huh?
I get to go to class today! (We'll see how long the enthusiasm lasts. :))
