schoolyard fun

this is where I go to school:

It is full of beautiful buildings and churches and has a myriad of hidden little nooks like this one:

the building are covered in ivy which compliments the faux-oxford style of architecture:

and campus is replete with awesome details like this little reading bust on the outside wall of one of the libraries:

Every time I walk on campus I get an awed and excited feeling. It is a beautiful place to be every day. However, in the classroom I feel wholly unprepared, swamped, and unintelligent. Hopefully that will change. For now, I'll just enjoy the surroundings.

What?

Last night I fell asleep while reading Lacan. This is not that surprising since I understand probably every other paragraph if I'm lucky. The weird thing was that this morning I woke up to find that while falling asleep last night I felt the need to write some notes to myself, on my arm. There was an F X S and then some space and then another F and what looked like a capital gamma that trails down my arm. I have no idea what I was trying to say about Lacan but apparently it was important.