Intermedio

That was a really clever title, okay. I'm proud.
It's 11:48, and my next class is at 12:40, and I have no idea what I'm going to do for all this time in the interim of classlessness. Well, actually, in about 20 minutes I should start walking over so I won't be late as I was this morning. No, well, okay, I was technically five minutes early, but the professor had started already, and most of my classmates were already sitting in the room quietly and meekly reading the syllabus to themselves, so I felt really awkward marching in with my sunglasses and Starbucks (my breakfast) and making myself at home. But I did it. And it looks like a wonderful class, really. The music department is collaborating with the city's theater to put on Madama Butterfly, and the teacher wants us all to go see it. We also get to pick either Tosca or Eugene Onegin or The Nose, and I'm really excited. I think I might pick Eugene Onegin, since I would already be seeing a Puccini, but I don't know, man, I just don't know! I've never heard much Shostakovich either, and that might be fun to see! Tickets are like thirty bucks though. I can't afford to see them all. Actually, I can barely afford to see one. Why am I so poor? There was this one guy who sat across from me who looked like he thought he knew everything, replete with hipster glasses, neck beard, and abstinence from note-taking, and he looked at me with that pitying look that people do when they think that they are smarter than you and they wonder how you managed to get into the class. So, anyway, whenever the teacher would ask us if we knew about something in the background of the lesson, such as humanism or Arcadian literature, or Renaissance politics, or whatever, he would raise his hand, looking superior, and calmly and sweetly, so would I. Eventually he started to look like his world had been turned upside. It was very funny. So, I suppose the moral lesson of the day here is to not judge people whom you deem to be incompetent, even if they do have big obnoxious sunglasses and pink Hello Kitty stationery.
Oh, yes. We learned about intermedios, which are allegorical scenes between acts of plays, and the precursors to opera. I don't know if this post is an allegory or not, but it certainly is a break in the tragedy and drama of my day!
I have English next, and I'm so excited! I want to learn everything, man! I hope we don't need the book, though. I haven't bought it yet, because I wasn't sure if we needed it, and I didn't want to waste money. I guess I'll see. Maybe I can share with someone and become his new best friend. Wouldn't that be darling, now. We could walk around campus together, laughing at everyone, and telling lame jokes, and going to eat everywhere because we would feel no shame, and the world would explode into harmony and trilling sweetness and the clear tones of bells and beautiful poetic diction (I'm getting a foot up on it already). But maybe we won't need the book at all and then my plans would be ruined. Ah well. Maybe someday my prince will come and we can rule the Castile and Aragon of the heart together. Oh my goodness, that's such a good pick-up line. I should tell it to Austin next time he tries one on me.
You know, I'm actually a little worried about this all now. I'm looking forward to my classes, but what if I don't meet anyone I like, and I'm alone like I am now forever? I don't want to be alone! I want to find Hank and Francisco and Ellis Wyatt and Rangnar Danneskjöld and be a Dagny among compatriots! I don't want to find John Galt, though. No thanks. But yeah! What if I don't make friends with anyone and I have to go through my life with only the pale memories of friends I once had? I could maybe write an opera about it, but I don't think it would be very beneficial to my health and well-being overall. Actually, no, that's a really good idea. So, I think I'll make a reality TV show about my sad, lonely, life at college, and then people can laugh at my misery and give me good ratings, and I'll at least be able to afford tickets to the opera, even if I have to go there alone. It will be called Jasmine and No Friends, and it will be great. Will people get that, though? I mean, it's meant to be like Barney and Friends, but maybe it will be too opaque. But anyway, I think I have something here.
Okay, time for me to leave for English. Yay!