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Classes are sorted out for this semester. Been a hectic week.
My schedule looks like this:
-Physical Geography on Monday and Wednesday, early afternoon
-Spanish on Tuesday and Thursday, early afternoon
-Wednesday only, right after Geography: Voice lessons (so yeah I decided to do something about this singing urge)
- Tuesday late afternoon: Yoga
It took some thinking and some venting to people and no small amount of stressing out, but I was pretty happy with it in the end. I switched Japanese for Spanish because it's both unfamiliar (and thus more stimulating) and also more *useful* in my environment. Pashy learning a language she can use in her social surroundings, and easily find material in without having to go to much trouble? That's novel...
It frees up Monday nights too, for attending Ojibwemowin language table at the tribal office (which will be back in session soon). Have missed that environment and some of the folks there. It's not just those things either -- taking the first week of Japanese left me feeling like I was back in high school. In disturbing, flash-backy ways. I am already unthrilled with having what is essentially a filler semester while I wait to find out about the fate of my academic future from U of M. The two states do not mix well *at all*; if I'm gonna be moody and awkward about it I may as well be concerned about performance and unfamiliarity rather than the fear that my life amounts to swimming in circles...
But yeah, it's a good set of classes. Forces me out of the house on a regular basis, poses very little transportation hassle, includes an exercise component, and it's all *interesting* to boot. If one has to do a filler semester, this is probably a good way.
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<3Gwen has spent basically the entire time we've known each other suffering the dread Curse of Shitty Roommates. She's had new living situation lined up for about over a month now, but it was basically a waiting game, just enduring it (at steadily-increasing emotional cost) until the actual deadlines passed.
It's a familiar sort of problem. There hasn't been much I can do for her during this time except try to just keep being present and supportive in little ways, sorta pointedly trying to have a relationship with her that is not primarily about the difficulty she's been facing (ie, "helping within my limited ability to do so" but acknowledging those limits and so emphasizing "helping you remember you have a life outside all that, by actively contributing to the sharing of experiences in no way related to it"). But at last, the ordeal is over; she finally moved into her new place.
I helped out where I could, with packing and moving stuff this weekend. It was rather exhausting... but we've managed to find time for each other around all of it, too. Before, during and after we've just kinda made the most of things and it's been really nice. And...I don't know what to say really. I'm just kinda emoting and being quietly gushy here. Our relationship makes me happy. It seems like reflection, stability, self-ownership and communication abound between us. And the compatibility *is* nice but it's also not...like, nice that we're not making too much of that? Or building it up beyond where it's comfy for both of us to be. It's very much just focused on the present, and enjoying each other and kinda getting familiar.
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I better go to bed. Melatonin and hormones demand it. Night all.
My schedule looks like this:
-Physical Geography on Monday and Wednesday, early afternoon
-Spanish on Tuesday and Thursday, early afternoon
-Wednesday only, right after Geography: Voice lessons (so yeah I decided to do something about this singing urge)
- Tuesday late afternoon: Yoga
It took some thinking and some venting to people and no small amount of stressing out, but I was pretty happy with it in the end. I switched Japanese for Spanish because it's both unfamiliar (and thus more stimulating) and also more *useful* in my environment. Pashy learning a language she can use in her social surroundings, and easily find material in without having to go to much trouble? That's novel...
It frees up Monday nights too, for attending Ojibwemowin language table at the tribal office (which will be back in session soon). Have missed that environment and some of the folks there. It's not just those things either -- taking the first week of Japanese left me feeling like I was back in high school. In disturbing, flash-backy ways. I am already unthrilled with having what is essentially a filler semester while I wait to find out about the fate of my academic future from U of M. The two states do not mix well *at all*; if I'm gonna be moody and awkward about it I may as well be concerned about performance and unfamiliarity rather than the fear that my life amounts to swimming in circles...
But yeah, it's a good set of classes. Forces me out of the house on a regular basis, poses very little transportation hassle, includes an exercise component, and it's all *interesting* to boot. If one has to do a filler semester, this is probably a good way.
--
<3Gwen has spent basically the entire time we've known each other suffering the dread Curse of Shitty Roommates. She's had new living situation lined up for about over a month now, but it was basically a waiting game, just enduring it (at steadily-increasing emotional cost) until the actual deadlines passed.
It's a familiar sort of problem. There hasn't been much I can do for her during this time except try to just keep being present and supportive in little ways, sorta pointedly trying to have a relationship with her that is not primarily about the difficulty she's been facing (ie, "helping within my limited ability to do so" but acknowledging those limits and so emphasizing "helping you remember you have a life outside all that, by actively contributing to the sharing of experiences in no way related to it"). But at last, the ordeal is over; she finally moved into her new place.
I helped out where I could, with packing and moving stuff this weekend. It was rather exhausting... but we've managed to find time for each other around all of it, too. Before, during and after we've just kinda made the most of things and it's been really nice. And...I don't know what to say really. I'm just kinda emoting and being quietly gushy here. Our relationship makes me happy. It seems like reflection, stability, self-ownership and communication abound between us. And the compatibility *is* nice but it's also not...like, nice that we're not making too much of that? Or building it up beyond where it's comfy for both of us to be. It's very much just focused on the present, and enjoying each other and kinda getting familiar.
--
I better go to bed. Melatonin and hormones demand it. Night all.
