Well it took me four years, but I finally went to my first office hours with a professor.

Not only that, but we got on such a roll I was in Dr. Urban's office for nearly an hour and an half, discussing everything from how bad a student I usually am, the Raelian movement, Scientology, Aleister Crowley, psychedelics (he mused that he'd love to offer a course on "Psychotropics and Religion"), studying abroad, Jon Stewart, how the far right is the scariest thing ever, and more. It was a good time.

It was a very good time.

I've never felt better about school, even though the meeting did run straight through my German class. Good thing I'm already re-taking German 101 next quarter.

Anyways, yes. Great meeting. Apparently Dr. Urban will be my faculty adviser. That's exciting, because we hit it off really well.

He said that I always had something very interesting and intelligent to add to class discussions, and I blushed and stuttered.

So, Readerland, do you remember when I posted a bit back about a paper I wrote for religious studies, with the quote from Zappa, etc.?

Well, it's an ungraded assignment. I'm not even sure if we're getting them back.

But today, Dr. Urban was waiting for me outside of the classroom as I was entering the room.

He told me my paper was very interesting, he wanted to know when I got involved in Discordianism, and he asked me if I know about the Pagan Student Association at OSU (of which I am an irregular attendee . . . supposed to go tonight, but not sleeping last night might have destroyed that track of destiny), and in particular if I knew chronarchy; Dr. Urban noted that chronarchy is into Discordianism, and I said I knew chronarchy quite well and considered him a friend, etc. (Hiding the truth: that chronarchy is a sinister agent hired by Pluto to destroy Earth's supply of tulips.)

So, yeah. That was cool.