Lolita

Tuesdays and Thursdays are Microbiology days
10:00 to 3:30, with 10 mins between lecture and lab
Oh joy....
Actually don't believe that BS, I am truly excited
Possibly because I am forced to interact with my fellow students while in lab
Something I openly despise, but still I am drawn by my curiosity to create new friendships
Friendships which will only last for the duration of the summer semester
The few partners I had in my spring semester classes, well, I just do not talk with them anymore
They have served their purpose, and it would be foolish to attempt to remain in contact with them, but oddly I do wish them success in life, and I were to see them randomly around town I would stop and chat. Something I do not do for many
My books finally arrived yesterday afternoon, well, 3 out of the 4 have. I currently am still waiting for my Psychology text to arrive.
Ah Psychology
A topic which consumes the vast majority of my day, thoughts, and actions
This would be the class I am most excited about taking, if only I could take an astronomy class, my desires would be complete.
I do believe I will buy a telescope eventually
But returning to psychology
My professor seems to be, interesting to say the least
But not for a Psych teach, actually he is exactly how I would expect a Psych instructor to be
Self-proclaimed genius, evolutionist, thinks outside of the box, anti-church/God, and so forth
I am anticipating the class discussions over the vast array of ethical issues he has announced will be brought up in class: gay rights, religious beliefs, theory of evolution, euthanasia, among others.
As I look around the class I do not see many who I deem as passionate about their beliefs, which makes me a little sad, because I do not want to be just engaging the professor in a continual debate
However as the class progressed there were several students who gave their two cents regarding topics, potential yes!
Ohh, and the guy has to be mixed with German! Score again!
I could continue all day in regards to Psychology and my joy for the subject, but I believe I will stop here
Well, after this next statement of course
Today, since 00:00, I have begun an experiment
Truly an experiment that will test my will and fortitude
Not I am not embarking on this trial because I think what I am doing is wrong and I need to stop and blah blah blah
I am curious to see the outcome and ultimately learn about my resilience and determinatio
So Day 1 it is....
At the wonderful hour of 07:30. my English class commences
Damn traffic heading toward 2 47 almost resulted in my tardiness
I will be forced to take an alternate route
I am also excited about ENGL
I selected to take this early class because of the teacher
She is the only English teacher I have had in college
And I find her absolutely excellent
Plus she likes me, and that always works for my advantage
I did wish to remain relatively low key the first day, but it did not take her long to use my name in analogies and to point out my write skills in regards to papers
Which I made all A's on in her class last semester
I am excited for the literature slated for this semester
Oedipus will constitute the majority of our finaly
Pure Joy!!
WE will be having a unit on poetry, drama, various short stories, all complete with papers, presentations, and class discussions
And this class seems to love class discussions
Which is something English class lacked in the Spring
Of course at the conclusion of class I had to stop and have a conversation with the instructor, conveying to her my excitement and joy for this semester
Yes, a kiss up, I know
And to top off a great of class, there is nothing better than a softball game
And damn was it hot
I normally pride myself on my physical condition and I never sit on the bench between innings nor do I feel sluggish while on the field
But damn, yesterday was rough
It was out first game back after two weeks of rain-outs
I played the entire game in right center, and by the 4th inning I was like, mas aqua por favor
But it was a great game nonetheless
final score 22-10
I was moved from the lead off hitter to 3rd in the batting lineup
I went 5for 5, with 2B, 3 RBI, 3R and had an epic collision at the plate, which I was safe/ Poor little hoco kid. I played a flawless game in the outfield and even had an outfield assist. Great stuff
I still look in the stands each game and visualize certain spectators being there
Odd i know
But what heart I have I leave out there on the field,
Every play I give it everything
It's how I battle my inner demons
And last night, I was victorious
I must say, I am close with this team
The genuine care and concern displayed by these Baptist continues to astound me
Even tho i do not attend the church like I have in the past, I find myself closer than ever with these men
And I do believe I care for each and everyone of them
The cheers i get from strangers in the stands
The young ones who remember my from youth show up and chant my name, knowing what kind of person I used to be
And at the conclusion of a game, when my fellow teammate opens up and states a hard time in his life and is brought to tears, I find myself, well, praying for his well-being
A rare act of genuine care and concern by me
Outside of work I should add
The last time I have even came close to showing care and affection would be, thurs night
I wanted to believe you, so badly, but yet, I couldn't
For that was just another night, with another person to be forgot in the morning
At least that's what I force myself to believe
I am ready to be thru with these emotions
I had been for oh so long
I'm just so ready for the new to beginning
I desperately want for it to work out
Anyone who can put up with my shit is a welcomed sight
Hopefully this weekend will work out
I do need it
Time to shower, and read over the chapters for Micro



"Lolita, light on my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
- excerpt from "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov