Homework

Today I received my first piece of homework for third semester.
I have to watch The Breakfast Club by Thursdays class. I encourage you all to join me while I try my best to complete this very difficult homework assignment.
I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this popular culture elective.

Let's go watch it, this is t-bear signing off

Smile, it's Monday!

After two glorious weeks off from school, I have returned to complete my third semester of first year.

Yesterday I traveled the five step process to get from home to my residence building, which surprisingly took only five hours. Usually I have to leave seven hours to make that journey.

I felt much more comfortable with the traveling this time because I finally know what to do in between each train and the bus. I am quite a fan of the train, it is such a lovely mode of transportation.

When I finally arrived at my current destination it was 4:00pm and I was already tired. Instead of sitting down and letting myself rest, I moved all of my belonging from my fourth floor room to the room I am inhabiting at the present.

The actual suite part of the room is no different from the one in 403, but I have the opposite room that I had then. Basically all my furniture is backwards. I like to think of it as an adventure to try and remember which way everything goes. For example, this morning when I woke up, I almost tried to roll out of bed to the right, which wouldn't have got me anywhere since there's a wall there.

I also started classes today. I have decided that I will probably be very bored this semester since I only have three classes and they all end before 1:30, except Thursday where I have to stay an entire hour more! It's rough, I know. Good thing I have prepared for this lack of classes by returning to school with an ample amount of books to keep me company. However, I fear they may not be enough. Nicole, I may have to borrow Les Mis from you after all.

While walking to class this morning at 8:15 I had the pleasure of walking through a long row of blossoming trees. It's also green here, much more green than it was when I left two weeks ago. I quite enjoy this.

 

Happy Spring! this is t-bear signing off

 

 

An unexpected party

"Gandalf, dwarves and Mr Baggins! WE are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit - may the hair on his toes never fall out! All praise to his wine and ale!" He paused for breath and for a polite remark from the hobbit, but the compliments were quite lost on pour Bilbo Baggins, who was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of all fellow conspirator, though no noise came out, he was so flummoxed.

 

Tolkien obviously knew what he was writing about, those dwarves would have been an unexpected party for anyone! Pour little Bilbo didn't realize how much Tolkien thought he really needed to get out of the house and go on an adventure. I personally think Bilbo made the right decision following the dwarves. How would Tolkien have been able to complete the ring trilogy if Bilbo hadn't?

One day, I hope I am fortunate enough to meet Mr Baggins, assuming he's still alive. He seems to be keeping his life more of a secret nowadays. He's probably so tired after that unexpected journey with those unexpected guests. Good thing he's a trooper!

 

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Beauty in it's purest form

Wherever you are right now, stop for a minute. Move to the nearest window. What do you see?
Is the sun shining in on you?
Is there a tree in the distance? Or a body of water?
Do you feel the breeze moving in through the open window?
Maybe it's snowing, or raining and the weather isn't "nice" but beautiful in it's own way.
That's beauty in it's purest form.
After the bombings in Boston the past week, I noticed a lot of people writing things on twitter like "I hate the world". Now look out the window again. Is it the world we should be concerned about or the people who live in it?

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Rainy Thursday

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

 - Charles Dickens

 

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Peanut Butter M&Ms

It has been almost 8 months now. I still haven't found a way to successfully transfer sliced bread from the store to my little home without it getting squashed. Mother, you are a genius.
In other news, last night I got a visit from some of my fellow rez people. I was just sitting in my room reading when I heard the knocked at the door. Book in hand, I strutted to the door and opened it to find three people, two plates of cookies, and a jar of inspirational quotes. I got so distracted by the cookies that I closed my book without putting the bookmark back in! These people are so sneaky. Never underestimate people with free cookies.

the geese are back. this is t-bear signing off

Les Miserable, though I think I may have already written about this.

Here's the scoop.

I love Les Mis.

Not just "That movie's awesome!", but "I've already watched that movie three times this week, and I can easily sing along to all the songs." I may or may not do so rather loudly.

Sometimes I wonder what the people who live down my hall think about me. To bad they don't know how very awesome I am. If they did, they'd be jealous of my closest confidants.

Watch Les Mis or I'll come to your house and force you to. Then we can read the novel together, I have yet to do that. It's on my book list, don't worry.
Let's give a big thanks to Moma for being ever so kind and purchasing a copy of Les Mis for my own viewing pleasure. She knows me so well!

 

Vive la France! this is t-bear signing off