the bright side

So, yes, the commute is the new bane of my existence, thanks to UTA. And yes, I hate winter more than anything else ever. I'm trying to adjust to just being perpetually cold and having to walk 30-60 minutes a day to and from work. However, I told myself that I was going to try to stop being such a pessimist this year. In an attempt to do that, here's a little about the cool classes I'm taking this semester.  

My ELang capstone class: "Textual Criticism of the Book of Mormon." Yeah, this is BYU, and I love it. Basically my professor has been researching the earliest text of the Book of Mormon for like several decades. It's so hysterical because it's obviously something he's really passionate about, but he is so monotone and unemotional about it, and it cracks me up. 

I have the same professor for my last ELang elective: history of the book. It's going to be great. It's twice a week, and one of those days is just a field trip, where we'll visit BYU's special collections, the Crandall printing museum in Provo (which has the only fully working authentic Gutenberg Press in the world. Is that cool or what?), and this guy who makes his own paper. Stay tuned for adventures in paper making.  

I love that my professor is a huge pessimist. I love that he only refers to the book as a "codex." Pretty much everything he says cracks me up. If I had to choose a group of people to be stuck in some underground hideout with during the apocalypse, he would definitely be on the list. He's just the perfect pessimist. I also love the fact that he reminds me a little bit of this guy: 

On to my French class, studies in period, movement, genre . . . or something. It is being team taught by the two funniest professors in the French department. I can't even handle it for how funny it is. We are reading Notre-Dame de Paris (The Hunchback of Notre Dame), Liaisons dangereuses, and Madame Bovary. Oh, and did I mention how one of the professors is a specialist of 19th century France and Monsieur Hugo himself?

So, yeah. I think it's going to be a pretty good semester . . . minus the commute and the cold.