I've been terribly apathetic about writing in my diaries lately, and I can feel the aversion scratching at me now. Fighting the demon can only result in a clumps of stilted, scattered mundanities. Drat.

So let's do that, then. I have to learn to write again somehow.

So. The math prof is nice, which is always a good thing. The course itself is primarily geared towards those who hope to get through the math requirement and have done with it, which is even better. No algebra, either, which almost makes the class appealing.

Bio is the same, the Asian Civ prof is a former Red Guard whose first English sentence was, "Long live Chairman Mao," and the religion prof is a dramatic old genius who began class with a very well-executed monologue from Richard III.

Ugh. I knew I shouldn't have fought the little voice in my head. Damn reflexes.

On another note, I think I'm developing a nervous tic, which is exactly what I don't need as I can't think of any time when I'm not slightly nervous. Neurotic indeed...

Adieu.