Our first week back in school has ended! And man, what a week. We’ve got a crazy busy quarter, but we’re finally in our Cinema Studies major, and while Creative Writing and Literature is awesome— beginning our film classes is incredible. Our first class is Film Theory: Analysis, a class identical to any literary analysis class you’d take, only it treats film as an art form. Our second class is Film History: 1895-1927. It’s taught by the chair of our department, Jennifer Bean, an acclaimed author and film preservationist. She’s already been amazing inspirational in just our first couple days with her in talking about the birth of cinema and how it changed the art world.
Our final class is Masterpieces of Scandinavian Literature. Funny, that class has also made a couple people giggle. Seems Scandinavian looks like a really random choice for us, but honestly, Vasant and I want to take as many classes on literature from different cultures as possible. It’s gonna enrich the stories we tell. Our teacher is a visiting professor from Copenhagen. Very cool accent, and he’s a great storyteller.
Unfortunately, our schedule has us gone all day, every day, Monday through Thursday. No lunch breaks on Monday and Wednesday either. But honestly, it’s so flippin’ worth it. Our film classes are incredible and it’s so exciting working with authors, filmmakers and innovators in film and the study and preservation of cinema. The UW has been alright up until now, but it’s finally feeling amazing, which is what we’ve been hoping and praying for.
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Vasant and Dad are wiring the apartment and plumbing this next week! They’ll be done in two weeks and then sprinklers get put in, and beginning in November, we’re finally going to get sheet rock! It is finally looking like we’re going to get into the apartment, hopefully by Thanksgiving. Eeep!
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It’s fall. My favorite time of year. The leaves are burnishing red, gold and orange in the slowly changing weather. Starbucks is serving pumpkin flavored items. I’m listening to Thrice’s Water Index whenever it rains or I’m commuting over the 520 Bridge. If you know it, play “The Whaler” whenever you’re around storm chopped, silver water. Le sigh.
I can’t wait for it to get colder, for the leaves to get brighter and the blue sky to get crisper. This is the most romantic time of year, and I’ve always considered it a season not just for arborial change, but for personal change as well. And the film classes hit that note. It’s a new season and a bright and cheery one at that.
On that note, I’m gonna get back to homework.
Vasant and Sarah 