So, my interesting day on the 4th.  I started classes and I got to campus early to get signatures for my forms, and whatnot.  Apparently, Oklahoma and Minnesota have not prepared me adequately for the rain here.  My umbrella broke the second I got off the bus and I wasn’t wearing a rain-resistant coat.  Keeping that and the fact that my coat is black with a dyed lining, what do you think happened to my favorite, wear-with-anything scarf?  Yep.  It got a bit dyed, itself.  To top off all that nonsense, I was unable to obtain the signatures I wanted (though, I did get them at the end of the week and have completed all the registration hoops… I think) and was shuttled among about four buildings.  After that, I found my classroom for the one class I had that day.  There were four others who showed up to class and I learned that one of the guys in my class, Ryan, works at a movie theater and recently saw Young Victoria.  He highly recommends it to me, as I told him about my love of period pieces and antiquity.  Two of the girls in my class are going to Rome next quarter (*jealous*) and are grad art history students.  The other guy in my class got an iPhone from Santa, on the yearly condition that Santa still exists (so cute!  My parents still write “From Santa,” but gave up long ago on trying to make me believe.  However, they were pretty darn good at the deception thing.  One year they put some tarnished sleigh bells in our yard, as if they’d fallen from Santa’s sleigh, and gave me a beautiful golden bell.  Of course, they pretended that they couldn’t hear the tinkling, as adults can’t believe anymore, a la The Polar Express.  DIGRESSION…  Back to what I was talking about…).  What we didn’t learn about was Ravenna during the 500s.  Our professor got the start date wrong.

Yep, that was a crazy day.  Everything seems to have smoothed out, though.  I’ve gotten my books, the syllabi, etc. and feel optimistic about Roman Elegy (auditing), Early Middle Ages, and Medieval Studies: Mosaics in Ravenna.

Since my last post, I’ve been trying to work on reading ahead in order to make time for my roommate and for grad apps and GRE prep.  The test is in a week.  AH!  I read an article online saying that the GRE isn’t taken so seriously if you have a good transcript, background, and stellar recommendations (check, check, and check!).  I’m trying to be low-key about it, and just do what I can.  The US schools are for safety, so that mindset helps to keep me chilled out.  I would be very, very happy to study at either of the US unis I’m applying to, but I believe that Durham or York would be better suited to my area of study.

What else…  I want to go back to Cambridge this summer.  My favorite professor from last year is teaching again and one of his classes is new (peasants!).  Plus, I could retake the Arthurian legends course that I was sick for most of last year.  I’m trying to get Dad to come with me.  I think he’s itching to travel again (he said today that he and Mom are thinking about coming to ENGLAND for Christmas!!!) and he’s one of those people and parents who genuinely likes to learn about different things his whole life and especially wants to learn about what my passions are.  Have I mentioned yet how awesome my parents are?  ‘Cause, you know, they are!

I miss my friends, but that’s nothing new.  I want to start writing snail mail letters so that I can look forward to something in the mail and can let my friends know that they’re always, always, always in my thoughts.

I want to go to India.  That desire has been in me for a while, before Slumdog Millionaire madness.  I read many books set there in recent years and love everything I’ve seen, heard, and tasted from that culture.  Most recently, I saw Before the Rains (Merchant Ivory, woo-hoo!) and ate at an amazing Indian restaurant, plus I am around many more Indian Americans here in Bellevue.  I’ve also replaced my usual “S” and cross pendants for a Gandhi quote necklace.  It says, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”  It reminds me of some ancient philosophies.  I want to go!

Anyway, Alicia, I’ll get back to you about the guy.  =)  Like I have mentioned, it’s never going to happen, but the light-footed, bubbly butterflies well up inside my chest each time I hear from him.  I think either it’s (A) his intelligence and good manners and/or (B) his accent and/or (C) the long, genuine talks I’ve had with him.  Perhaps they meant nothing to him, but I feel like I was able to talk through a lot of academic career path stuff with him and get some honest feedback about myself and about my options in medieval studies.  He’s definitely not the body type I’m interested in; I like the cuter, ready-to-give-you-a-bear-hug-looking guys, and this guy is not that.  Plus, you know, accents!  Ahhh…

So, with that, I’ll be off to bed.  Here’s a picture from Christmas and one from Gustavus that gives me a smile any time.

A Hulke Christmas in Bellevue 2009

All My Gusties: Graduation 2009