In Soviet Russia, The Vodka Drinks You!

So I have gotten through two days of Spring semester already, and things may or may not be totally awesome. The jury's still out on that one. On the one hand, Logic has been a blast so far, as has Contemporary and Soviet Russia (We get to actually write fictional memoires of people in Revolutionary Russia! I really look forward to that). On the other hand, the looming specter of Core 250 looms menacing in the foreground. Now, don't get me wrong. I think Leonard Oakland is one of the coolest guys around. I actually trust the guy to take things seriously and not talk down to the students. However, there are two other lecturers involved in whom my faith is wasted. First, there is Kathy Storms. This lady talks like she's teaching a class of kindergardeners. Everything she says sounds as though its coming out of a children's book. Plus, there's this distinct air of condescension in her tone, which never fails to set me off. After only a few minutes of her lecturing, I could feel my blood pressure rising as she spewed little inaccuracies here and there all pell-mell, trying to pass them off as fact. Her reasoning was purely consequential, and her thoughts were insipid. Then there was Lois Keifaber. This lady was phenomenally boring, and reminded me a bit of Doc, the bartender in Boondock Saints. Plus, she botched her bit on empiricism, as Locke was not in fact the father of British Empiricism. It was actually Thomas Hobbes, who was writing when Locke was still in proverbial diapers. The other bit of bad news is that I may not be able to go to China. If this is the case, it will have been entirely my fault for being a total dweeb regarding payments and the like. As I say, though, the jury is still out.

In other news, the break was rather uneventful. From Wednesday through Saturday, I was up at Peter's cabin in Republic with him and Nicole. It was pretty fun. We spent most of the time just hanging out, hiking around the property, puttering around downtown Republic, shooting off cannons and rifles, and watching movies. On Sunday, I went over to Anonymous B's place to watch the Super Bowl (or at least the commercials, anyway). After the game got done, we just engaged in general drinking games and the like. And that just about sums up the break, I guess.