Not even a month and already school sucks

Now that the wide-eyed idealistic first couple weeks of school are over, it's time to fall back into cynic mode and loudly proclaim that school sucks.

I very much wake up early everyday, I wish that I could cut the population of both language classes in half, and I have a group project in its budding stages that I so desperately want to nip. I have yet to get started on my Life Fitness class, though, so working out might actually bring a good change of pace for me. The destressing hour might actually change my outlook on this.

Sometimes, I kind of wished I hadn't taken Latin in high school, because the grammar terms in my Spanish class are so familiar that it felt really nostalgic in a good way. Thing is, the class whose average person had never heard of a diphthong or never had to conjugate a verb in his or her entire life seems to not pay attention to the teacher and just ask the same questions he had already answered half a minute ago. I will forgive the fact that it's an 8:00 in the morning class and some poor schmucks like me have to get up in ungodly hours. Sometimes it happens after a weekend of partying (after all, our residential dorms are renowned for our partying aside from being near an acclaimed research university and city college). In short, sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who really got what a nominative means in that class and that I wish I kind of joined the non-Latin educated mass.

But really? When you sound out the word "beisbol" out loud, what does it sound to you? Or "profesora?" How do you think 'profesora' sounds different from 'profesor,' senorita? There's a difference between names like Mario and Maria, and it's not a head-scratcher to know what. It's hard to think at 8 AM but still.

A group project that is in the works is one in my Personal Development class where one must get together in a group of four and research a non-profit organization as well as participate in it. My group is working on a non-profit called Foster Youth which examines young adults in foster care as well as those who are homeless. Fortunately, one of my friends in that class who is also in my group is one of the representatives in Foster Youth, so we pretty much got a good handle on the situation. Also, one other person herself was in foster care and another works in a law office as a part-time assistant to the local attorney. I guess my only problem with this is how motivated I am to contribute, since in my current state of mind I'm slowly developing into a misanthrope with the mobility of jello. It really does feel like that, and sometimes I wish that I could have that go-get 'em attitude that a lot of people I know have.

I think my problem is that I'm getting too lethargic and that I need activity to keep me going. We'll see how that goes, starting with exercise.