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Oct. 21st, 2003 06:51 pmI had an interesting morning. I got up early to work on chemistry before walking off to class with extremely fuzzy hair. Well, my hair is almost always extremely fuzzy, but it was especially bad today because the wind was making it fuzzier. I have deap seated hair problems. You see, my hair is really dark brown -- almost black. I tend to keep it up in a bun because it gets too many knots in it when I leave it down. A month or so ago, I decided to get blond streaks. Black hair...in a bun...with the streaks of yellow...and fuzz. My head is now vaguely reminiscent of a honey bee's ass.
Mmmm...honey.
Speaking of honey, I've run out of food again. I'll have to go shopping. Bugger.
On the school front -- still in danger of flunking physics. Why? Reason 1: my teacher's class lecture is pretty much useless to me. I end up having to teach myself out of the book. Reason 2: I don't have a working relationship with any of my classmates. Compound this with Reason 1 and the result is that I take about five times as long on my homework as I should be taking. Reason 3: My class has only had a resident tutor for about two weeks (classes are supposed to have tutors from the start of term) and so I haven't had a tutor to turn to for help for most of the semester. Reason 4: I have been as yet unable to schedule any one-on-one time with my tutor. I was supposed to have a meeting with her on Sunday, but somehow managed to bollix it all up by falling asleep and waking up half an hour too late to make it to our meeting.
Oh yeah, and Reason 5: I'm lazy to a suicidal degree. I've passed the point where procrastination transforms into masochism.
Yes, I am distressed. Yes, I am using British slang. You can all stop rolling your eyes at me now.
But oh, I have good news. I was in a good mood for most of the morning -- had a short lived caffeine high before crashing halfway through my calculus class. After calculus was my poetry class. My teacher divided us into groups to discuss poems separately. One group drew diagrams on the board to supplement their argument on the meaning of a particular poem. This group also drew a decoy diagram so that the group next to them could not steal their ideas. Okay, first of all, each group was working on a different poem, so there was absolutely no purpose to the decoy diagram. Secondly? The decoy diagram was a stick figure drawing of Satan's cow, smoking a crack pipe.
( see drawing )
I love my poetry class. I really, really do.
Heh -- and yesterday's Everwood? Slashiest episode ever. *sigh* I am so feeling the love.
Mmmm...honey.
Speaking of honey, I've run out of food again. I'll have to go shopping. Bugger.
On the school front -- still in danger of flunking physics. Why? Reason 1: my teacher's class lecture is pretty much useless to me. I end up having to teach myself out of the book. Reason 2: I don't have a working relationship with any of my classmates. Compound this with Reason 1 and the result is that I take about five times as long on my homework as I should be taking. Reason 3: My class has only had a resident tutor for about two weeks (classes are supposed to have tutors from the start of term) and so I haven't had a tutor to turn to for help for most of the semester. Reason 4: I have been as yet unable to schedule any one-on-one time with my tutor. I was supposed to have a meeting with her on Sunday, but somehow managed to bollix it all up by falling asleep and waking up half an hour too late to make it to our meeting.
Oh yeah, and Reason 5: I'm lazy to a suicidal degree. I've passed the point where procrastination transforms into masochism.
Yes, I am distressed. Yes, I am using British slang. You can all stop rolling your eyes at me now.
But oh, I have good news. I was in a good mood for most of the morning -- had a short lived caffeine high before crashing halfway through my calculus class. After calculus was my poetry class. My teacher divided us into groups to discuss poems separately. One group drew diagrams on the board to supplement their argument on the meaning of a particular poem. This group also drew a decoy diagram so that the group next to them could not steal their ideas. Okay, first of all, each group was working on a different poem, so there was absolutely no purpose to the decoy diagram. Secondly? The decoy diagram was a stick figure drawing of Satan's cow, smoking a crack pipe.
( see drawing )
I love my poetry class. I really, really do.
Heh -- and yesterday's Everwood? Slashiest episode ever. *sigh* I am so feeling the love.
