Kelly Sullivan
Social
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Riverdale High School
College
MTSU, until I transfer the heck out.
Interests
Renaissance faires, acting, dancing, drawing, writing, reading, poetry, stage combat, rapiers, archery, coffee and conversation, crème brûlée, France, travelling, Shakespeare, the supernatural, music, laughing, politics
Favorite Music
Classical and indie.
Day I of the Governor's School Expedition
June 06 2005
So we're sitting here in the computer lab (the GOOD one, that actually sends email and follows links you click) debating how Winnie the Pooh is an acceptable reference for the public speaking class, but The Little Engine That Could is not. *Rolls eyes* Silly boys....
And now they're considering Bill Clinton as a source. I love this place.
I may never come back.
Only kidding. No one else plays with swords, so I can't stay THAT long. Sigh-dom.
Pretty sure we had our first round of classes today. Dr. Brown is the token philosophy teacher. Soft-spoken, physically nervous, and strokes his goatee. But it's the eyes that betray all. They're very distant, incredibly detached from reality, but with a certain intensity behind it all. We wound up taking notes during his discussion of class procedures, because he went off on so many philosophical tangents. Followed immediately by, "and the grading scale...." *We stop writing* "We were taking notes on the grading scale?" "I don't know. It sounded more like how we were related through space." "Didn't we just meet yesterday?" "Yeah, yeah we did." But he already presented so many interesting points of view and concepts. I'm really going to like this class, and hope to grow and stretch as a "material object." Some of the stuff sounded so much like The Matrix, I had to refrain from bringing it up. I was afraid he'd smite me. But.... Wow.... One of the things was how God in fact does not know himself, or his infinity, and therefor creates in order to make mirrors of his self and limit his infinity. It was really interesting, and makes more sense in my notes over on the third floor of the dorm. Regardless, we escaped with massive headaches.
In Geography we were guilted about Starbucks!! *Shock and horror* A peasant farmer in Columbia spends hours harvesting coffee beans to fill a 150 lb. sack, which Starbucks buys for $50. That bag of coffee beans nets Starbucks $23,000. Twenty-three thousaaaaaaand. And then we were told to name cities in France -- other than Paris. Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa. So owned that. :D But yes, Mr. Wenz is interesting. He grew up in Germany during WWII, so I'm going to try to get some stories out of that. Joyous moment of the class: He's describing how we sent a massive satellite into space engraven with the Vitruvian man [or so I guessed, given his description] and the recording of a whale's sound "in case we meet Spock." At which point, I flash a Star Wars sign. So he thinks I've got a question and calls on me. At which point I had to explain just what exactly I was doing. *Ahem* ANYwho....
Oh! We ate lunch with a Ukraine business lad. He thought we didn't know where Europe or Greece were. So Elizabeth [superfantastic roommate who loves soy milk and the Democratic view] and I played it up, "Yeah! We're taking geography!" But he wanted us to go off-campus and help him find "where the people dance," which we informed him was forbidden. And we had to define "humidity," and explain country music. But he was really nice, and might come back for lunch tomorrow.
Anywho, I should probably run. Yay for free time!
Might emcee "talent show" here. Yay for emcee-ing! Considering Vaudeboro fell through. Oh well. It happens.
And hopefully learn to develop photgraphs in a darkroom.
And work the newspaper.
This month is going to be freakin' awesome.
But I still miss you all.
Holla!
And now they're considering Bill Clinton as a source. I love this place.
I may never come back.
Only kidding. No one else plays with swords, so I can't stay THAT long. Sigh-dom.
Pretty sure we had our first round of classes today. Dr. Brown is the token philosophy teacher. Soft-spoken, physically nervous, and strokes his goatee. But it's the eyes that betray all. They're very distant, incredibly detached from reality, but with a certain intensity behind it all. We wound up taking notes during his discussion of class procedures, because he went off on so many philosophical tangents. Followed immediately by, "and the grading scale...." *We stop writing* "We were taking notes on the grading scale?" "I don't know. It sounded more like how we were related through space." "Didn't we just meet yesterday?" "Yeah, yeah we did." But he already presented so many interesting points of view and concepts. I'm really going to like this class, and hope to grow and stretch as a "material object." Some of the stuff sounded so much like The Matrix, I had to refrain from bringing it up. I was afraid he'd smite me. But.... Wow.... One of the things was how God in fact does not know himself, or his infinity, and therefor creates in order to make mirrors of his self and limit his infinity. It was really interesting, and makes more sense in my notes over on the third floor of the dorm. Regardless, we escaped with massive headaches.
In Geography we were guilted about Starbucks!! *Shock and horror* A peasant farmer in Columbia spends hours harvesting coffee beans to fill a 150 lb. sack, which Starbucks buys for $50. That bag of coffee beans nets Starbucks $23,000. Twenty-three thousaaaaaaand. And then we were told to name cities in France -- other than Paris. Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa. So owned that. :D But yes, Mr. Wenz is interesting. He grew up in Germany during WWII, so I'm going to try to get some stories out of that. Joyous moment of the class: He's describing how we sent a massive satellite into space engraven with the Vitruvian man [or so I guessed, given his description] and the recording of a whale's sound "in case we meet Spock." At which point, I flash a Star Wars sign. So he thinks I've got a question and calls on me. At which point I had to explain just what exactly I was doing. *Ahem* ANYwho....
Oh! We ate lunch with a Ukraine business lad. He thought we didn't know where Europe or Greece were. So Elizabeth [superfantastic roommate who loves soy milk and the Democratic view] and I played it up, "Yeah! We're taking geography!" But he wanted us to go off-campus and help him find "where the people dance," which we informed him was forbidden. And we had to define "humidity," and explain country music. But he was really nice, and might come back for lunch tomorrow.
Anywho, I should probably run. Yay for free time!
Might emcee "talent show" here. Yay for emcee-ing! Considering Vaudeboro fell through. Oh well. It happens.
And hopefully learn to develop photgraphs in a darkroom.
And work the newspaper.
This month is going to be freakin' awesome.
But I still miss you all.
Holla!
