Dude. Fred's here. And I didn't once call him Frederick, can you believe it?

Perhaps it's because he's so un-Fred-like that I am simply stupefied. He's very cool though, and Eric would be very happy to hear that the first band he named when I asked what bands he liked was The Flaming Lips.

At this moment he and his dad are going down to get the car and the stuff inside said car so they can bring it up to the room. It'll be nice to have him around instead of always having to wonder when he'd be coming and such. And he seems like he might make a very good roommate. Now all he has to do is accept the religion of Goat and we're all set. ^.^

Before Fred came, though, I took a Spanish placement exam and did well enough to warrant my being examined with a written and oral test. Well, I -barely- did well enough to warrant being examined. The cutoff score to be interviewed was 440, and I got a 480. The maximum possible was probably around 650 or 700 (some native speaker got something like a 637). My writing went ok, but my interview was terrible. I kept mixing up Turkish and Spanish in my head, and stuttered to the brink of doom.

Thankfully, Senora Spear, the professor interviewing me, was very nice. She said that I actually did all right and that I should go into Spanish 9 (which translates into fifth semester Spanish).

And then I remembered something an advisor at the Honors Office told me, and I told her I got a 5 on the Spanish AP exam. Well that killed everything.

You see, with a 5, you automatically get credit for Spanish 9 and 10 and everything below it is blocked from being taken. This meant that the lowest course I could take was Spanish 30, which is a literature course for advanced speakers. I actually expected to hear that, but what I needed now was a solution.

Well, now I'm in Spanish 108. It's a class designed for advanced-level speakers who need to fine tune grammar and such things. If I cling tight, I might be able to make it. If I don't, there's always the chance that I'll just bomb the diagnostic test they give early on which tells whether or not we should stay in the class.

Really, I should be all right, but I can't help but be anxious about it.

I also need to purchase an English-Spanish dictionary.

I've got a tough load of classes, though, now that I think about it. Here's their course numbers:

HONR 15 (my honors proseminar which deals mostly with ancient Greek literature), HONR 43 (microeconomics), HONR 45 (an introduction to comparative politics), REL 161 (a study of Islam), SPAN 108 (death in a can).

HONR means it's an honors course, and a number above 100 means it was designed for juniors and seniors. I'd like to compare my schedule to anyone else's and see what those bitches are complaining about when they say their schedule's tough.

What's nice about this schedule, though, is that the earliest class I have on any day is at 9:35, and that's only on Wednesdays and Fridays. On Monday, my first class doesn't start till 2:2o. I was, in general, probably the luckiest fellow at GW's makeup CI as far as my schedule is concerned.

So this bland edition of Hasta la Byebye is through. Yep.

Hasta la byebye.