Some of the things that were going on in my mind during Survey of Dance today:
Maybe I thought it was going to be interesting. Maybe I thought it would be fun. Maybe I just don't get dance like I get music. Would these girls feel the same in a survey of music class as I do in this survey of dance class?
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They talk about traditions and losing ties from our past. How can you talk about what you don't understand? Our history resembles nothing of that of India or Africa, where what Americans consider lewd is a fact of day-to-day life. Don't talk about losing traditions when what you long for has only ever existed in another country. Move to Africa if that's what you seek.
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Why can't I get a fine arts credit from one of my music classes? I'm registered for seven. You'd think that out of one of those I'd get a fine arts credit and wouldn't have to sit in Beasley 102 for an hour and twenty minutes every Monday and Wednesday listening to people preach on a topic I don't understand.
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How many different ways can you say the same thing?
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They talk about traditions and losing ties from our past. How can you talk about what you don't understand? Our history resembles nothing of that of India or Africa, where what Americans consider lewd is a fact of day-to-day life. Don't talk about losing traditions when what you long for has only ever existed in another country. Move to Africa if that's what you seek.
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Why can't I get a fine arts credit from one of my music classes? I'm registered for seven. You'd think that out of one of those I'd get a fine arts credit and wouldn't have to sit in Beasley 102 for an hour and twenty minutes every Monday and Wednesday listening to people preach on a topic I don't understand.
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How many different ways can you say the same thing?
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I was smart and looked at the weather before I went to class this morning. I brought my umbrella. I brought my jacket. I neglected, however, to wear shoes that won't send you sprawling on the ground the second you hit a slippery spot. I slipped numerous times walking around campus today, but managed to keep myself upright for almost the entire day. My goal was to make my way back to my room without falling flat on my face. Of course I failed. I was so close! And then, in true Lizzie McGuire fashion, I was on the ground, facedown in a puddle. Oh, the shame! But I'll live.
There are several things I need to get done today, and only an hour and a half til my next class. I have a test next week, and another the week after that, both of which will require more studying than I'm ready to do. I also need to practice. Ahh!! There aren't enough hours in the day. I guess time-management is yet another thing I have to learn while I'm here. In the mean time, I guess I'll go get started... on something....
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