-faints-

oh my gosh

ANTHRO 114 - HISTORY OF ANTHRO THOUGHT - A
ANTHRO 189 - SPEC TOP:SOC/CULT - A
ENGLISH 143B - VERSE - A
ENV SCI 84 - A
UGIS 192B - RESEARCH SOC SCI - P

P = Pass for Pass/fail classes, you can't really fail an undergraduate research internship unless you really mess up

I was so worried about those first two classes - History of Anthropological Thought and Cross-Cultural Verbal Art. The essay for the former, on forming affinities with crews on America's Best Dance Crew, was a rush job and only 7 pages when they asked for 10-12 pages. The essay for the latter I took more time with, but I was afraid that my analysis for the poem wasn't complete, that my connections to magic were weird, and at 12 pages it was under the 15-20 pages asked for undergraduates. In addition, that class only based its grades on a presentation, this report, with some consideration given to participation in class. and the professors there are like super-scholars who know like 12 languages and can bring in all these theories into discussion but still be super-approachable and nice but would I disappoint them like I've done so many times before?

whoa shoot
I worried so much


( I guess I'll post the essays here if you're bored. )

I've got faith of the heart

Happy Birthday, ohdearyme!



Oh hey it's the first time in a long time that Star Trek entered a dream.
old school Trek

so I was watching this talent show? for school? and Worf was part of a dance crew. I don't know if they were on ice or some other special surface, because I remember thinking the moves were too hard for me. So the spaceship interior looked a lot like a mall, and outside a store I saw someone carrying a guitar case, and then later on I was carrying a guitar case? Later on, for some reason, I needed to report to the Captain and find the bridge, and I was lost and I didn't know where the command bridge level was. I was wandering in a level that looked like Valley Fair's Nordstrom when I ran into Riker. He was lost too. So we went down the escalator and entered a level that looked like a typical mall, slightly gray. We managed to run into Captain Sisko, who was very nice and willing to help lead us to the bridge. But somehow my mind shifted to a video game someone was presenting, something about zombies (or just dangerous people pretending to be dead) on a sailing ship. There was a shark outside the ship I didn't see but dream-remembered.

before Trek entered the latter parts of my dreamtime, I was in a mix of my university and a sort of theme park. The industrial San Jose/Campbell/Berkeley street mix city showed up in my dreams again, and I really wanted to get to those little Asian restaurants I visited in two earlier dreams. But when I started walking, I realized I couldn't go there and get my pearl tea because class was going to start soon. Argh, most of the time whenthat hybrid place shows up in my dream, I don't get the pearl tea and food I wanted. grr.


I blame ontd_startrek for dredging up the TNG and DS9 that showed up in my dream, and for getting the lyrics in my post title stuck in my head (I barely watched Enterprise, what?)