So I was a little bored tonight before going to bed and I decided to go online and remind myself what courses I'll be taking next year and who will be in the classes. I was stunned to realize that of my classes during fall term, there's only one class where I know several people.....and it's a class that I'll do poorly in because I'm unprepared for and despise the subject matter, but have to take it for my major. It's a communication arts course....a journalism course. I have to take several of them next year....and because I chose to finish my english and creative writing courses first....I'm the oldest in the majority of the CA courses....yup, me and a bunch of first and second years. Wooohooo! But then I noticed something even in my English courses I'm in: (purely electives....might as well get more versed in writing) I either don't like or don't know pretty much any of my classmates. Except for young David Kordahl. And his older sister Angela. And actually, I have one class with the brother/sister team Winter Term. That should prove to be interesting. As a side note, I thoroughly enjoy class with David...probably because he'll hold an intelligent conversation with me, even though our views on life (especially on what to do with our free time on the weekends) are pretty much the opposite. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that tonight is the first time I think I truly saw that the column I wrote for the May Term issue of The Trumpet (Time for a Difficult Goodbye) is 100% true for me. Even though they weren't my closest friends by any means.....all of the people that made my English courses fun and interesting were the students that graduated this year. Now I'm looking at the people who make up the courses I'm enrolled in and they're, quite frankly, a bunch of douchebags. My last course with my absolute favorite English prof. is compiled of students who have never had him before. How do I know? Because I've been in every single course he's taught for the past 3 years and most of them are on a several year rotation. So now I'll be in my last course with him and I won't be able to share the inside jokes with the rest of the students. They don't know his idiosyncrasies....I mean seriously....last year for his birthday (which falls on April Fool's day) I gave him one giant hoop earing because he had recently pierced his ear in response to a dare from his daughter (who, ironically, was in my French course my first year and my partner for the oral final). I dunno...there's just a lot of different sides of him that makes his courses fun, even though he's literally known on campus as "Dr. Satan."

Sorry this post was really random....I'm just bummed I won't be surrounded by fun people during my last year at Wartburg. At least I have an amazing schedule Winter Term....which coincides nicely with Meredith's schedule consisting of pretty much nothing. booyea.