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walkingshadow) wrote2002-04-21 12:42 am
walkingshadow) wrote2002-04-21 12:42 am
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Moldy bread, sour milk. Weeks since the last pleasurable shopping experience, and I. am hungry.
Ten-page linguistics "project" due Tuesday. He's very careful not to call it a paper. I'll start the research tomorrow. Hole up in Library West, away from my computer where I only distract myself, and develop a passion for suprasegmentals. Or feign enough interest to fake it.
I had a great meeting with Charles on Friday, about the last POTW and the class itself and future classes I should take. Told him that sometimes I found the class slow, sometimes frustrating, but that I'd always thought that he did a good job, and made him blush. Still need to revise six poems. Editing my writing is not my strong suit. I never write drafts; I just write. Sometimes pretty badly, and sometimes there are flashes of a well-turned phrase, but with very little concentration on improvement of what just spills out. So this part of the class, the wrapping up, will also be a frustration and a challenge and a needed spur. Another reason to love and hate it.
Didn't do nearly as well as I would have liked on the anthro quiz. So I must get a very good grade on the last exam, to be taken Wednesday. Obviously Wednesday will still be a very bad day, but at least there will be no lab, and poetry class should be over pretty quickly. At that point, I'll be done with three out of four classes. My criminology exam isn't until the following Thursday, meaning I'll have a week and a day in which to kick my heels and pack my belongings and read forum postings while my fellow students burn the three A.M. fluorescent bulbs, feverishly trying to make up for a semester of skipping class and laughing at the reading and weekends that started on Tuesday.
I'm sorry to see the semester end, and I can't wait for it to go.
Ten-page linguistics "project" due Tuesday. He's very careful not to call it a paper. I'll start the research tomorrow. Hole up in Library West, away from my computer where I only distract myself, and develop a passion for suprasegmentals. Or feign enough interest to fake it.
I had a great meeting with Charles on Friday, about the last POTW and the class itself and future classes I should take. Told him that sometimes I found the class slow, sometimes frustrating, but that I'd always thought that he did a good job, and made him blush. Still need to revise six poems. Editing my writing is not my strong suit. I never write drafts; I just write. Sometimes pretty badly, and sometimes there are flashes of a well-turned phrase, but with very little concentration on improvement of what just spills out. So this part of the class, the wrapping up, will also be a frustration and a challenge and a needed spur. Another reason to love and hate it.
Didn't do nearly as well as I would have liked on the anthro quiz. So I must get a very good grade on the last exam, to be taken Wednesday. Obviously Wednesday will still be a very bad day, but at least there will be no lab, and poetry class should be over pretty quickly. At that point, I'll be done with three out of four classes. My criminology exam isn't until the following Thursday, meaning I'll have a week and a day in which to kick my heels and pack my belongings and read forum postings while my fellow students burn the three A.M. fluorescent bulbs, feverishly trying to make up for a semester of skipping class and laughing at the reading and weekends that started on Tuesday.
I'm sorry to see the semester end, and I can't wait for it to go.