Want to hear a joke? It's of the type that would go in a YKIGTSW... category, Ã la Roger's YKIGTGTW, except I'm too lazy to create and maintain more categories than my current four oversimplified ones. So, here we go. John lives down the hall. John started charging toward Tory, who also lives in this hall. John turned around and started charging in my direction. I moved into his way, and his momentum smacked him hard into the wall. John's comment: "That was a totally elastic collision!"

Go back to your chem quiz, John. I rest my case.

Moving on... I don't know why I've been consistently able to wake up on time for classes here. Maybe it's the fact that they start an hour and a half or more later than high school did. Maybe I'm still subonsciously pumped on new-school adrenaline. Anyway, I went to sleep last night at 4 after much procrastination and was basically up with my alarm. This is a disturbingly healthy pattern.

I've gotten some work back— nothing very important yet, just some comments on response papers. The first assignment was an evaluation of silence for writing, which I slapped together at 7:30 for a 9am class. It was so rife with grammatical mistakes that I'm ashamed to claim authorship. Seriously, I hadn't written anything so shoddy in recent memory. But I figured what the heck, we don't get actually get graded on these and I have class in 10 minutes. The second one, ostensibly on our language community, turned out okay. The comments on it were fairly positive, actually, but I don't think I painted a complete picture of the situation. It was just too monumental to cover in two pages.

I also got a response back in the medieval women course, where I just discovered that I'm one of maybe three freshmen in the 40-person lecture, and the lone one in my ten-person section. A lot of them, mostly sophomore and juniors, have extensive background in Arthurian legend and medieval history. Still, the course requirements aren't too intimidating and the readings are usually even fun. For today's lecture, it was about 50 pages of beautiful lais (basically short stories) by Marie de France. I believe they were originally written in Anglo-Norman verse, but are now available in English in all stages of the prose-to-poetry scale. If you ever want to check them out, get the Penguin Books version—it's that wonderful, intermediate stage of lyric prose.

Happy binary day number three!