Je suis etudiant du loi

[New College is even smaller than I imagined: about 45 people in my class. It's acccurate to call them that: we'll be taking just about every course of study together for the next three years, and we'll be getting to know each other quite well. I've already bonded to a certain extent with a delightfully daffy queer boy from Michigan. He comes complete with plastic Scooby Doo backpack, a Freddie Prinze Jr. fixation, and a touchingly youthful attachment to rainbow accessories. Hmph...we'll beat that last one out of him, at any rate. We'll call him Terry.]

[Terry and I sat together during most of the orientation sessions this week, giggling at some of the excesses of the all day diversity workshop on Wednesday, fine-tuning our gaydar (one other fag spotted for sure - a Banana Republican I haven't gotten to know yet - and perhaps only one dyke), and bonding over Buffy, cooking, and ogling this gorgeous, silent Latino student who sits in the back.]

[Tuesday was registration down at the main New College campus on Valencia (ick, did I have to write a check for THAT much?), and yesterday was a walking tour of the multitude of law libraries and government buildings of San Francisco's imperially scaled Civic Center. The rest was just lots of talking about what to expect, what it's like to give over three or four years of your life to this study, and what a small, supportive community New College can be. I already have assignents for all three of the major classes. (There are two Library Studies-esque requirements for first years as well. Violet tells me they're a breeze.) The very first is to reread Antigone for Torts, a play I first encountered in one of them danged gifted classes back in junior high. Already halfway thru. Translation still stilted, with occasional funny or touching speeches.]

[Saw The Deep End with John last night. In general, Tilda Swinton can do no wrong, though The Beach was dumb. It was a good, small film, and it was cool to see all the Lake Tahoe photography after having visited so recently, not to mention a surprising interior scene shot at Backflip here in S.F. Strange: I've been seeing a several movies lately with whacked out maternal characters. My mother, on the other hand, seems to have handled her trip to Peru with her usual aplomb.]

[It's nice having Friday off, by the way. If I could get rid of this cold, I could go outside and enjoy it. Instead, I'm stuck inside, catching up on all the e-mail and blogs I was forced to miss while training my replacement last week and during orientation this week. I'm slowly getting used to using the home computer (as opposed ot the one at work) as my main outlet to the outside world.]

[Now, will Joey call me from the airport this afternoon before he and Darren take off for the wilderness?]

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