First Day of Class

Got up in time to ride my bike to class. Trusting my sense of direction I found the building I was looking for rather quickly. Got a bike lock so my "sehr altes farhad" will not get stolen. First I had German. I signed up for Elementary German II but once we went through some of the material I might try to go to Intermediate I. That would be a class of three people. We shall see. I got some much needed coffee between classes and found myself in "Balzak Coffee." It was Starbucks to the "t". Everything from the counter design to the infamous "tall, grande, venti" sizing system to the designs of every piece of furniture and every sign matched its American counterpart (though Starbucks do spot the streets here as well). My next class was "Marx, Nietzche, and Freud." The class is over two hours long, but I was so intensely interested in everything the teacher had to say. It made me realize how fantastic academic classes can be. When I hear majors like politics, sociology, or economics, usually I just shrug and ask "so what do you wan to do?" not knowing exactly what those studies involve. I realized today that this class (taught by the politics and sociology teacher) is just an extension of everything I have been thinking about recently from capitalism and its effect on the world to what the hell I'm going to do when I get out of this ridiculous theater school with a BFA. The only moment I found myself drifting was when I began to think about my own death while the teacher explained that the intensity of the three philosophers we will study often has a somewhat depressing effect. I was so moved by Riaz Kahn's excitement about the material we will cover that it was truly contagious. I hope everything lives up! On my bikeride home I got "lost" and found a man playing accordion (my favorite) next to the plaza where Nazi student book burnings occured in the late 1930s. What a place I am in.