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thejunipertreeMy allergies were kicking my ass horribly yesterday, so I decided to call out of work and spend the entire day watching bad television while firmly planted on the couch. Unfortunately, the apartment building Powers That Be decided it was a FINE day for grass-mowing and mowed all the lawns near the building. I live on the ground floor. All my windows were open. My sinuses, they wept.
I also managed to completely forget that it was the five-year anniversary of 09-11-01 and thusly, spent the first two hours of being awake being incredibly depressed and angry as I watched the old footage of people jumping from the towers. Finally, I changed the channel to the Food Network because it was the only station that was safe.
I hadn't been planning on going to my Algebra class, but by mid-day, I was starting to perk up a bit. So, I washed my hair and got changed into non-cat hair covered clothing. Got outside and started getting into my car.
Where I proceeded to bang my head on the car door as I was getting in. First I hit the window with my ear, bounced off of it and hit the actual car. Then I bounced off that and hit the window again. With my head. I rang my fucking skull like a bell clapper. It still aches a bit and my ear is all puffy and sore. On the way to class, some bird flying overhead dropped its dead prey on the hood of my car. *splat* Ugh.
My Algebra class went rather well, so the rest of my night wasn't spent sulking. And the Engineer found me in rather good spirits, as I'd completely forgotten about all the mess that had happened earlier in the day. Amazing, the power of Algebra.
I'm not as dumb as I thought I was!
I'm not too psyched about English class tonight, though. The professor had mentioned last week that he might have us pair up into teams and brainstorm with each other about our essays that are due next week. I don't need to pair up with anybody. I don't need to brainstorm with anybody. I really hate activities like that, especially when everyone who sits on my side of the room look like meatheads. The same kind of meatheads that I ferociously hated in high school.
I just want to write my essay, by myself, in peace.
I also managed to completely forget that it was the five-year anniversary of 09-11-01 and thusly, spent the first two hours of being awake being incredibly depressed and angry as I watched the old footage of people jumping from the towers. Finally, I changed the channel to the Food Network because it was the only station that was safe.
I hadn't been planning on going to my Algebra class, but by mid-day, I was starting to perk up a bit. So, I washed my hair and got changed into non-cat hair covered clothing. Got outside and started getting into my car.
Where I proceeded to bang my head on the car door as I was getting in. First I hit the window with my ear, bounced off of it and hit the actual car. Then I bounced off that and hit the window again. With my head. I rang my fucking skull like a bell clapper. It still aches a bit and my ear is all puffy and sore. On the way to class, some bird flying overhead dropped its dead prey on the hood of my car. *splat* Ugh.
My Algebra class went rather well, so the rest of my night wasn't spent sulking. And the Engineer found me in rather good spirits, as I'd completely forgotten about all the mess that had happened earlier in the day. Amazing, the power of Algebra.
I'm not as dumb as I thought I was!
I'm not too psyched about English class tonight, though. The professor had mentioned last week that he might have us pair up into teams and brainstorm with each other about our essays that are due next week. I don't need to pair up with anybody. I don't need to brainstorm with anybody. I really hate activities like that, especially when everyone who sits on my side of the room look like meatheads. The same kind of meatheads that I ferociously hated in high school.
I just want to write my essay, by myself, in peace.
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Date: 2006-09-12 07:41 pm (UTC)heh. I can see it now....Tara's report card - Doesn't play well with others.
Undergraduate classes (lower level ones) aren't about real learning, it's about jumping through hoops. You've made it through the stupid administrative/financial hoops, so far, now will you play nice-nice with the kiddies? Being older and a writer, you'll definitely be giving more than you'll probably take away from your group, but look at the bigger picture....you can help to stop crappy writing in your own backyard. Write your essay (with your eyes closed, I'm sure), then help the kiddies and jump through your hoop.
btw, I'm *so* excited that you are in school!!!
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Date: 2006-09-12 08:50 pm (UTC)The whole class pains me in general. I like the professor, he seems awesome, and I love the material (anything about writing will keep me happy). But, the class just seems so...disinterested. The professor asks questions, no one says anything in response. It's frustrating and makes me want to bang them over the head with something heavy and blunt. Don't they realize that the class would be so much more interesting if they participated? Even a little bit would liven things up.
Additionally, the whole idea of finding a person to pair up with makes me want to vomit out of anxiety. I hate that shit. I reckon it harkens back to not being picked for kickball teams or whatever, but the idea of having to do it makes me feel physically ill.
I'm so excited about being in school, that I could pee. Even about the math.