Last Course Load

in less than a week i begin my final semes­ter as an under­grad­u­ate. the clich about col­lege fly­ing by holds true. i’ll prob­a­bly be pseu­do-nos­tal­gic bor­der­ing on cathar­tic tes­ti­mo­ni­al regard­ing my col­lege career often in the next few months. but thats not the real rea­son i’m writ­ing this. actu­al­ly it is 11:20pm yes­ter­day and i am mani­a­cal­ly bored. here is a link for ya. all pub­lic­i­ty is mere­ly a ploy to get some sort of val­i­da­tion to help me improve upon my strange form of self-dep­re­cat­ing arro­gance.

Some more Bul­lets:

• Advanced Poet­ry Writ­ing (ooh look! it says ADVANCED! that is sup­posed to make me feel like i am bet­ter than you.)
• C.S. Lewis, Tolkien and the Inklings (three dips of Cher­ry Cor­dial ice cream)
• Fic­tions of Insan­i­ty (the class­room was orig­i­nal­ly in the secu­ri­ty build­ing, appro­pri­ate, no?)
• Film The­o­ry (high-con­cept hoo-ha)
• Irish Cin­e­ma (required for­eign cin­e­ma class, the only one offered in the last two years)

inci­den­tal­ly that is my last course load from col­lege. i said i was going to be nos­tal­gic. are you impressed that i am nos­tal­gic over some­thing i haven’t even done yet?