Arabic Mid Term Grade Is:B+
Okay, now, time to finish this Morphology Homework…well, first eye drops, then morphology.
I really need a punching bag, or at least someone to spar with who doesn’t think that it’s an overtone for sex…I just really need to get out my aggression.
Arabic Mid Term Grade Is:B+
Okay, now, time to finish this Morphology Homework…well, first eye drops, then morphology.
I really need a punching bag, or at least someone to spar with who doesn’t think that it’s an overtone for sex…I just really need to get out my aggression.
Okay (this is scatter brained, I just got back into the Hostel – which, by the way, fucking rocks.
1. We meet Dr. Smyth, while an odd duck and bizzarely defensive, he did assist us in both conscious and uncocious ways (1. he proved my hypothesis unwittingly – something I’ll discuss tomorrow, after hours and hours of sleep, 2. he helped flesh out his current work which does not run into what I’m researching, details, and was however excited that I was the only one currently studying lexicon in this sub-field, at the moment)
2. We now have: methodology, hypothesis, references, and the scientific process by which we will accurately get the information we seek all lined up.
3. I now have the cell phone numbers, emails and messenger addresses for five 5 gay porn stars (the French Canadian, is by far my favorite; he was adorable) and we made friends with one Gay for Pay porn star, because he was like a puppy…he ended up sitting at our table the rest of the night, giving me a spanking, and in general, being adorable.
I made friends with one M.C. and one club manager, and about 30 club goers who are very, very cool…this club was one block away from the hostel (which is better than most hotels I’ve stayed at) and right next to the gorgeous (yet affordable) Thai Restraunt.
So, totally successful…we made contacts, we made academic progress, we made friends, we made connections…and I got my research assistant, Brigitte, laid by the straight porn star (no, we didn’t pay him…you only have to pay him to be in gay porn).
So much to talk about, we literally have all of the next 5 weeks planned out, we know what we’re doing, we have tons of people to work with in various areas of Toronto, Canada, Buffalo and New York…and we’ve narrowed what we’re starting with like a motherfucker.
Okay, bed, and sleep, I’m so tired.
G’night all; and I’ll respond to comments in my previous entry shortly…thank you to all who are willing to help out.
Best,
M
Okay (this is scatter brained, I just got back into the Hostel – which, by the way, fucking rocks.
1. We meet Dr. Smyth, while an odd duck and bizzarely defensive, he did assist us in both conscious and uncocious ways (1. he proved my hypothesis unwittingly – something I’ll discuss tomorrow, after hours and hours of sleep, 2. he helped flesh out his current work which does not run into what I’m researching, details, and was however excited that I was the only one currently studying lexicon in this sub-field, at the moment)
2. We now have: methodology, hypothesis, references, and the scientific process by which we will accurately get the information we seek all lined up.
3. I now have the cell phone numbers, emails and messenger addresses for five 5 gay porn stars (the French Canadian, is by far my favorite; he was adorable) and we made friends with one Gay for Pay porn star, because he was like a puppy…he ended up sitting at our table the rest of the night, giving me a spanking, and in general, being adorable.
I made friends with one M.C. and one club manager, and about 30 club goers who are very, very cool…this club was one block away from the hostel (which is better than most hotels I’ve stayed at) and right next to the gorgeous (yet affordable) Thai Restraunt.
So, totally successful…we made contacts, we made academic progress, we made friends, we made connections…and I got my research assistant, Brigitte, laid by the straight porn star (no, we didn’t pay him…you only have to pay him to be in gay porn).
So much to talk about, we literally have all of the next 5 weeks planned out, we know what we’re doing, we have tons of people to work with in various areas of Toronto, Canada, Buffalo and New York…and we’ve narrowed what we’re starting with like a motherfucker.
Okay, bed, and sleep, I’m so tired.
G’night all; and I’ll respond to comments in my previous entry shortly…thank you to all who are willing to help out.
Best,
M
Off to Toronto We Go!
I’ll wait a day to hear back from Prof. R (he’s not terribly reliable with email) before I place a call into the principal and see if there’s something we can do to help the kindela (whether it’s fundraising to get them new computers or books or if it’s clean up efforts, there’s got to be something that we can help with).
Honest to God, such fuckers.
I’ll wait a day to hear back from Prof. R (he’s not terribly reliable with email) before I place a call into the principal and see if there’s something we can do to help the kindela (whether it’s fundraising to get them new computers or books or if it’s clean up efforts, there’s got to be something that we can help with).
Honest to God, such fuckers.
After being educated by 
quiz_boy as to what what was special about November 5th; I think it’s interesting that I haven’t seen someone draw a parallel yet between Guy Fawkes and the fact that Fawkes in Harry Potter is a Phoenix.
For those of you who aren’t aware, my Arabic Professor, Issa G. Roustum, works tireless at his real job (he teaches Arabic at the University because he enjoys it, not for his living). His real job is teaching children, who are refugees, English as a Second Language in one of the poorest schools in the City of Buffalo. As someone who comes from a family of immigrants, who’s family is here because they had to flee their homes in the schtettles of Eastern Europe, his work means a great deal to me.
Well, someone (or some people) vandalized their school; trashed the computers, destroyed their piano, and caused damage either out of hate, or for no other reason than to cause damage to children who have next to nothing. They didn’t even have the decency to steal the computers, no, instead they left them there, a wreck, so the children could see what was no longer theirs.
I’ve emailed Prof R. and asked if there’s anything we can do to help – if you would care to join me in whatever rebuilding effort they start, please let me know through comment in this entry, or via email. I’ll be bringing this up at the UBULS meeting this Friday, we, perhaps above all else, have an obligation to help this professor who’s gone above and beyond the limits for us, when he and his students need it most.
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