First day again

Hallelujah. Give me something to do with myself.

8am is quite early. I almost forgot to change my alarm time too. That would have been bad. Irish Traditional music will be interesting I think. I hope. The teacher was fine. He didn't really bother me, but he wasn't fantastic or anything. We have to write an essay. That sucks. It's nice to walk down there in the morning though--it's not quite light out and the campus is still pretty dead. It was freaking cold today though.

I really, sincerely hate being told what to do. Even stupid little things. Even when I know the person telling me what to do is someone I should listen to. Rise of Athens man is a little too involved in my note taking. There's a difference between pointing things out on handouts that we should know. That's fine. That's his job right? But standing up there and telling us things to circle or telling us to literally write "you are here" next to a time period raises my blood pressure a bit. He also seemed like he had something to prove. He kept saying "I am not William Desmond." William Desmond is the head of the Classics department and teaches most of the modules for the course. And apparently newbs think this guy is him. His name is Ciernan something. I didn't care to commit it to memory today. I'm just spiteful though. I didn't do anything he said. I'm not buying the book, I'm not writing stupid shit on my handouts, and if I ever have to ask him something I'm going to call him Mr. Desmond.

Counterpoint man is brilliant though. He's super nice. He did make us sing, but all together so it was okay--still had a minor heart attack though. I need to get some staff paper and more pencils. Apparently most of the class is writing which is freaking awesome. He didn't give me shit for being American though. We had to rewrite this chunk of Renaissance music with bar lines. They didn't use bar lines back then. But then, all the notes were worth twice as much. And all the notes have different names here. We were working in groups, and the two other people in my group weren't helping me out. I don't know if there were just really adverse to speaking or if they just thought I was an idiot, but they kind of just looked at me. That's really annoying too. C'mon people...anyways I just had to ask him, and it was perfect because he studied organ performance in Kentucky for a year of college and knew what all the American versions of things were. The history teacher didn't care at all. She was like, write me note that you're an American and just call things what you normally would. Yeah, that's why people go to other countries for school--to be special for doing things the same way they would at home.

It was a good day though.