Womp womp to the title of this blog.

I no longer have an English class. Obviously, keeping a blog during class seemed to be too much effort, because instead of posting more than, well, once, I just read twitter news for the rest of the semester. And the semester after that.

Now, I have some more interesting, or at least different classes. My chemistry class, for example, has 100+ students, swingy chairs, and a professor who talks about lots of vaguely interesting stuff. Just, not chemistry.

I have Russian. Where I wish I could blog instead of participating, but since I make up 25% of the class, they really notice if you're not paying attention.

There's Anatomy and Physiology, but I actually enjoy listening to fancy names for body parts and cellular processes. So no blogging there. I read the textbook for fun (nerd alert) and have no shame.

I have a Spanish class too, that's just whatever. Conversation based and something about rock music and dictatorships, which would be a lot more interesting if the other people in the class spoke Spanish too.


Also linguistics. I'm in a morphology class, which basically means studying words. You know when you get to upper-division classes, and everyone within that major is like "I'm such a linguist. I just love everything to do with the subject. Subsequently, I use complex terms incorrectly and mention all the background reading I've been doing in this ravishing subject, that really doesn't relate to what we're talking about, but it makes me look so intelligent."? Yeah. That. At least the professor is a small, owlish gentleman who is very impressed with slang terms, as long as we can chart their distribution accurately.


So that is my year, in classes.

An Introduction

English is one of those classes where we are firmly encouraged to bring our "devices" to class. As a result, I keep feeling the itch to blog. Nothing serious: that's for my other blog, which hasn't been written in for about 9 months. Just something to occupy me in my time dissecting literature, when really all I want to be doing is going to my radio station and speaking in Spanish.

Anyways, what I'm thinking about today (in the intermittent way that one thinks about things when they tune in every other sentence to a discussion on waves in poetry) is my trip this winter.

Maybe its just a result of having lived here for the summer, but I am ready to leave Fairbanks. I love it here. But I really, really miss Ecuador.

A lot of my life recently has been living vicariously through Facebook.ecuador. Because there, my life had a bigger purpose. It was worth more.

I am happy here. I have amazing friends, and things to occupy me. I'm learning things that interest me to varying degrees. I'm moving towards a degree, and a life, and the seasons change.

But I don't know if what I'm focusing on is what I want to be focusing on. Despite the order my life seems to have fallen into, I don't feel motivated, and I don't think that order has given me the assurance I thought it would bring.

So I'll keep searching. And this winter, I'm going to fill my life with things--not school-- but things that I want to motivate me. For this reason, the idea of a 10-day, intensive study course fills me not with dread, but with excitement. For this reason, the idea of vacation means not that I'll get a sun break, but that it will reconnect me with Maryam and my family, and hopefully with Ecuador.

Oh, winter break.