School started.

Plagues and Pestilence is rocking my world so far, just like I thought that it would. Unfortunately, as part of my Practice of History class (yawn; the whole class is learning how to write a research paper, which you should have learned in high school) I have to write a juvenile paper titled "Why I Became a History Major." How is this different from "What I Did on My Summer Vactation" from fourth grade? There is no difference.

Disease is really scary, but there's something fascinating about it, too. Ebola and Marburg are my personal choices for study. This class will eventually get to them and AIDS too (another personal favorite of mine, because I saw that documentary about Hooper's theory that AIDS actually broke into the human population via the oral polio vaccine developed by Hilary Koprowski and given to many Africans during the '60s. Contreversial stuff, but also very, very interesting.

Can't sleep, but I have my P&P class tomorrow. I read the chapter and read the notes online. I'm so ready. Hopefully, I'll get my German book tomorrow and be just as ready for German Civilization on Thursday. (I like that class, too, but those two are really the only ones that I have any real interest in. Practice, Concepts, and American Government (as taught by Patrick Stewart--no, unfortunately, not that Patrick Stewart) are incredibly boring. I was actually looking forward to Government, too, but so far it's been a huge disappointment, and it's going to include group work--which I hate--and sitting too close to everyone else in the class--which makes me very uncomfortable. I need to sit in a more secluded area or I feel like people are crowding me.

Well, I guess I should go to sleep. I have class at 11am tomorrow, and for me, that's very early.

"Call me Mayor Chapstick."