Off to a running start

This semester is, as predicted, off to a running start. My classes appear to be challenging and fun, all at once, which is what I really like.

My classes are:

Acting 1 (I get to play around for two hours on Mondays and Wednesdays. YES.)
Creative Writing (More about this prof. later)
American Lit to 1860 (the professor for this class seemed really cool, and then he would start yelling a lot. In an angry sort of way. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about him, so we'll see how this goes.)
1968: Protest and Revolt in Global Perspective (the professor is hilarious, and the work load is intense. Good combo, they sustain each other)

So my creative writing professor is crazy. You know that stereotypical English professor? The one that is absolutely crazy? I think it might have come from her. We had a "sensory picnic" the first day of class. This means that she laid out blankets, put objects on them, and we were to have a moment of Zen with the objects, and then free write for 10 minutes. (She actually used the word Zen moment.) On February 12 we have the day off. On the syllabus it reads: "Feb. 12 No class. WANDER AND WRITE POEMS."

She makes me smile rather a lot. I love crazy creative writing professors.

Balancing "The Vagina Monologues" and Power Shift has got to be more difficult than expected, but I only have a week left until Vagina Monologues is out of my control. Less than that, even. I am absolutely exhausted, but in a good sort of way. We're getting a lot done for both. It looks like we will have raised $15,000 by the week after next week. (By "we" I mean students from the schools all around the Twin Cities.) That's pretty damn amazing. That conference is going to rock so hard core, I don't even know.

As for the moment, I'm doing some homework and waiting for friends to come over to watch Planet Earth. It should be super sweet. Lovely, lovely lazy Friday.