4.29.2004

first day of classes

so.....today was the first day of classes! i got to spend three glorious hours in schenck's presence, basking in his unadulterated wisdom.

ok, yes, it felt wrong to use the word "unadulterated" in regards to a religion prof from IWU. especially one named schenck (pronounced "skank" for those unknowing). usually i think the word "unadulterated" goes hand-in-hand with words like "passion" and "libido."

but yeah. studying the book of hebrews with schenck. good days.

there's quite a few interesting people within that class. stephanie troyer is a familiar face. let's see, mark smerze (dunno how to spell it), whom i think would be the perfect mate for meredith. but he's taken. (and it's mike-the-cute-RA's ex, apparantly! gasp!). justin, of justin-and-michael, mere's twinny roommate friends, our male counterparts. the art major and the CM major. obviously, justin's the CM major since he's wasting a month on hebrews. we've also got ian swyers....who has grown his hair out significantly since i've last seen him around campus. i dont think i like this long. jeesh. OH. who could forget? we've also got....

dun dun DUNNNNNNNNH....

ben freaking hawk.

ok, his middle name isnt freaking.

yes, the very same ben that we went through so much drama, stalking, binocular-usage, and giggling all freshman year with due to dignal. of course, all these activities were on our part. heck, she even forced upon us an obscene fascination with all things honduran--especially the bananas from wildcat that were apparantly shipped in from honduran banana trees. oh, the things i've done for dignal. i could write essays. poems. song lyrics, that i would probably improv-rap coz i got mad skills, bra. (just kidding, foos. i'm white. irish. freckles. it's a scientific fact that freckled people can't truly rap.). no, i would write novels. a whole series, longer than the baby sitters club. i digress.

don't you just love to go off on tangents simply to use the phrase, "i digress"? so fulfilling. like twinkies.

but yes. for the next few weeks i will share a classroom and odd-ball professor with ben hawk, himself.

and sorry dear readers, despite all our stalkings, banana hording, and code-phrases, ben ended up with another girl--an art major, at that. nope, not meredith. THAT'S a whole nother story i can't discuss online.

so, in short, everything i know about stalking i learned from sarah dignal. everything i will learn about hebrews shall come from dr. kenneth schenck.

i've been considering borrowing joe's recorder to tape some schenckage for posterity. if i do, i'll have to find the balls to ask him to sing the apostle death song. pure unadulterated genius.

there i go again.


oh, and it may behoove me to announce that this entire post came to be directly after swallowing 10mg of ambien to help me catch my zzzz's, doctor's orders. i bet you couldn't tell if i hadn't mentioned it, eh? i'm just like that. i dont need drugs, i'm this cool 24/7/365.


current mood: tired
current music: i'm typing!

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