Mondays and Wednesdays I'm not finished until 4:45, which means I won't get home until after 5:30 when you factor in the bus
(What else is new, you ask? This was an unprovoked snapping.)
Things went okay, though. Cuban history looks as good as a Cuban history class could to someone whose only interest in Cuban history is a fleeting glance at the Moscow-funded Cold War proxy battles. I have a feeling we're going to get a lot of discussion on how Castro is misunderstood, though. Cry me a river.
Methods is the most ridiculous class ever, because it's basically a tutorial on how to use JSTOR. I know how to use JSTOR. I have written major term papers using primary sources. I know what a primary source is. I fail to see how throwing my keys on the table and describing them as a primary source is going to help me at all in the future, even my history-centric future. Ugh.
And Minoan and Mycenaean art was the scene of, quite possibly, the best thing that's ever happened to me. The professor got my name right- on the first try! Seriously! I was shocked. After that, I stopped paying attention, but I think it looks easy.
Tomorrow is US/Israel relations, Ireland, and chemistry. So murder, famine, and then some history classes! HA! HA! See what I did there?
Yeah. I need to go eat something.