My last Chinese final exam ever was this morning, and now I'm left to ponder why I took so many Chinese classes in the first place. Well, it was because I didn't like my architecture professor. Wait, that doesn't make sense. Let me explain. I was trying to take multiple classes that overlapped so that I could draw from all of them and do better all around. So, I took Chinese history, Chinese poetry, and Non-western architecture. At the time, I was going to take a bunch of higher-level architecture classes to take care of a requirement we computer science majors have where we have to take four 300-400 level classes in another field. I hated this architecture class, partially due to the professor, partially due to the fact that we weren't designing anything, whereas in my first architecture class we got to. So I decided not to apply to the architecture school (I also wasn't sure I'd get in, or if they'd let me in if I wasn't going to major.) But I did well in my Chinese poetry class. Got an A in fact, and thus started my poorly planned trip into a field I knew nothing about.
Now that I'm out, I feel I have learned a lot. For example, there are a lot of Chinese people in Chinese classes. Also, a lot of them speak the language. And some of these classes are a lot easier if you know the language. Also, I can eat three burritos from Chipotle in a day and not get sick. Okay, I didn't learn that in class, but the burritos do have a lot of rice.
I'm going to hell.
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Hi Fuzzy. You are indeed going to hell if there is one, but at least you'll be entertaining to me on your path there. =Þ
I plan on doing a blog at some point, but I am too lazy to start one as of right now... perhaps once I get things more settled. It will be easier than doing a new subprofile, and I'll get to ramble more about random things. Yay for that! I will let you know when I do, or Anna will, b/c she is fantabulous. I will see you at her graduation party I presume; I'm excited, I hear you have a psuedo-'fro!
-- KAYLA
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