J'ai de l'eau dans mes oreilles.

[mrissa]

But it was good; I'm definitely doing this again tomorrow morning, and possibly ever other morning I'm here.

The odd thing about swimming while dealing with vertigo is that the force of waves produced by two smallish women swimming in a long, narrow pool is enough to knock me for a loop if I try to stand up in it afterwards. (So I did try. Repeatedly. What's the worst that happens if you get knocked off your feet in five feet of water, and you're five-foot-six and already have been swimming? You float an inch or so off where you were standing and get your feet back down and try again. Therefore it's pretty safe, and probably good for me to do.)

It took me a few lengths to get my scissor kick back. It wasn't that I didn't have the strength, it was that I never swam sidestroke enough for it to be natural. Backstroke I had right away, the specific arc of the arms and like that. Breaststroke the same. But the scissor kick on my sidestroke took a bit of feeling out. Amazing how much easier that sort of thing is once your legs are pulling their weight, so to speak. I hadn't been swimming in way too long. Now I'm wondering if we can figure something out. Hmm.

More later.

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Well, Dennis and I met when I toured the campus, and we hit it off right then. Though I tried to reserve judgment in some ways, it was pretty clear that this was the college for me, and that Dennis was my advisor. I was a bit disgruntled, in fact, to find that the college's near-random assignment of freshman advisors (your first-term seminar prof was your advisor) was mandatory and could not be officially circumvented right away. Not that there was anything wrong with Stewart, but he was clearly not my advisor, and his priorities were not my priorities. (For example, he wanted to make sure I took enough foreign language to be Phi Beta Kappa eligible, and while it would have been nice to have more Japanese, it conflicted with E&M, and E&M won; to this day I would a million times rather be a person who knows a fair amount about electromagnetic theory than a person who has a Phi Beta Kappa key, although being a person who knows more Japanese is only maybe a hundredth as important as being a person who knows a lot of E&M rather than a millionth.)

So I went and talked to Dennis about my courses anyway: who was going to stop me? Not Dennis, and who else mattered?

I was also very protective of my lablings in the major, as my lab TAs were of me. This is the way of the world. At least of my world.

[diatryma.livejournal.com]

My school had the same thing, and since I had signed up for "Who Killed Classical Music?" intending to get a nebulous Something out of it-- I still don't know what I expected-- and ended up with a keyboarding professor for my first year... yeah, those were interesting class discussions. Since my major requirements were already set, it was more about Spanish than anything.
"How did I do on the Spanish proficiency test?"
"You passed out of it, good for you."
"So what class do I take?"
"You don't have to, that's what it means."

I like our world.