So one day, when I have an office…
moocowinthecity I want it to be Room 404 and really out of the way, so it can’t be found…
March 2007
So one day, when I have an office…
I want it to be Room 404 and really out of the way, so it can’t be found…
Coup de Grâce
I’m woken up, at 12:58am by a loud knock, it’s maintenance, my toilet is overflowing, much like Mt. Vesuvius, into the downstairs neighbors apartment.
I really hope I’m not financially responsible.
Coup de Grâce
I’m woken up, at 12:58am by a loud knock, it’s maintenance, my toilet is overflowing, much like Mt. Vesuvius, into the downstairs neighbors apartment.
I really hope I’m not financially responsible.
Today, was fucked up.
Some background: I am a good student, a B-, is a bad grade for me; The professor who’s mid term I took today is the same one who called me a Jerk the first day of class (which I was willing to let slide and just write off as him attempting to tell a joke and fouling it up).
So I took the mid term today, and realized that I was clearly bombing it. For me to do bad is a serious sign that somethings wrong in the learning process. In the majority of my classes I do well so if my end grade in most classes is projected at an A and I’m making a serious and earnest attempt to learn the material in a course, and I’m not learning it, something is not functioning the way it should, somewhere (and I’ve gotten word that I’m not the only student in this boat) somethings awry. I also take it very personally when I do poorly on an exam, I feel humiliated and the fact that anyone (including the professor who has to grade it) gets to see it, is just mortifying.
I finish the exam as best as I could and turn it in and go to walk around campus to burn off steam. I did my best; I can’t give any more than that. I get into my next class, and one of my fellow classmates from the former class who just sat through that exam with me turns around and goes “yeah, after you left he started telling people how you didn’t answer the last question.”
Okay, I was willing to let the poor social skills slide. I was willing to let his lack of teaching ability slide and was preparing myself to take this course over again because he has left me and anyone who has never had grammar instruction before (the first time I learned grammar was in the study of my third language, well, fifth technically if you count the instruction I got in Spanish and Sanskrit: Arabic) in the dark. What I cannot let slide is a willful breach of my privacy in an attempt to humiliate me in front of my peers. There is nothing that justifies him discussing my exam answers or results, what questions I did or did not answer, what I did well on or what I did poorly on, with anyone outside of myself, the faculty and my advisor on a need to know basis. It’s a violation of my student rights, it’s a violation of the faculty code, and (I’m pretty sure) it’s a violation of state law.
The first thing I did, was to go to the Department of Linguistics and find Jeruen (a Grad student who shares his office with Paauw) and ask him the hypothetical question of “what if a professor did this” and see this look go over his face and him go “wow, that’s…really not allowed” and then I found Hyder in his office down the hall and asked him the same thing (because I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t blowing something out of proportion) and he was like “I think that goes to the grievance committee in the graduate student association…” and I was like “I’m not a grad student” so he was like “well they can point you in the right direction” so I start to head for the union and I just couldn’t hold it together anymore, the lack of sleep, combined with the let down of knowing I did poorly on an exam, combined with him sharing that information with my peers was enough to just frustrate me to the point of tears. So I ducked into the wellness center (a service provided by UB with meditation, yoga, massage, and herbal tea suites) found an unused office, shut the door and just let it come out (I hate being seen crying in front of anyone, so I was glad I was able to just do it in private and get it out) and then I sat there, until I could regroup and get my thoughts together; it took me about five minutes, with another three using breathing techniques to sort of get my shaking under control.
So that having been done I knew that I couldn’t go to the professor and address him directly; I want to go through proper channels because I am filing a formal grievance and I still haven’t ruled out suing him. I’m incredibly pissed. I don’t want to be considered some kind of drama queen, but this was a violation of my rights and not one that was made as an honest mistake, this was done deliberately to humiliate me and it isn’t acceptable. I however, have the greatest respect for both Dr. Jaeger and Dr. Michelson and, with the exception of one professor, I love my department, so I don’t want to go in with both guns blazing. So I called Alice (
maleficentseyes) and got Dr. Jaeger’s cell phone number, so I called Dr. Jaeger and explained the situation to her, and for now she and Dr. Michelson are going to meet to see if they can handle it with him. In the mean time, I’ve been advised to resign the course and take it with Prof. Hoeing next semester (which I’ve done) and that means that in July, instead of being at home, I’ll be at UB finishing the second half of nutrition in the summer. I’ll know more tomorrow or maybe not…but now I just have this rock in my chest, as Spring Break starts.
So that was my fucked up day.
In good news, however, I got an A- on the homework I was working on with Sonority Proofs for Dr. Michelson’s class.
And now, I’m going to bed, I’m not turning on an alarm clock, and I’m getting up whenever it may be that I’m getting up.
Goodnight.
Today, was fucked up.
Some background: I am a good student, a B-, is a bad grade for me; The professor who’s mid term I took today is the same one who called me a Jerk the first day of class (which I was willing to let slide and just write off as him attempting to tell a joke and fouling it up).
So I took the mid term today, and realized that I was clearly bombing it. For me to do bad is a serious sign that somethings wrong in the learning process. In the majority of my classes I do well so if my end grade in most classes is projected at an A and I’m making a serious and earnest attempt to learn the material in a course, and I’m not learning it, something is not functioning the way it should, somewhere (and I’ve gotten word that I’m not the only student in this boat) somethings awry. I also take it very personally when I do poorly on an exam, I feel humiliated and the fact that anyone (including the professor who has to grade it) gets to see it, is just mortifying.
I finish the exam as best as I could and turn it in and go to walk around campus to burn off steam. I did my best; I can’t give any more than that. I get into my next class, and one of my fellow classmates from the former class who just sat through that exam with me turns around and goes “yeah, after you left he started telling people how you didn’t answer the last question.”
Okay, I was willing to let the poor social skills slide. I was willing to let his lack of teaching ability slide and was preparing myself to take this course over again because he has left me and anyone who has never had grammar instruction before (the first time I learned grammar was in the study of my third language, well, fifth technically if you count the instruction I got in Spanish and Sanskrit: Arabic) in the dark. What I cannot let slide is a willful breach of my privacy in an attempt to humiliate me in front of my peers. There is nothing that justifies him discussing my exam answers or results, what questions I did or did not answer, what I did well on or what I did poorly on, with anyone outside of myself, the faculty and my advisor on a need to know basis. It’s a violation of my student rights, it’s a violation of the faculty code, and (I’m pretty sure) it’s a violation of state law.
The first thing I did, was to go to the Department of Linguistics and find Jeruen (a Grad student who shares his office with Paauw) and ask him the hypothetical question of “what if a professor did this” and see this look go over his face and him go “wow, that’s…really not allowed” and then I found Hyder in his office down the hall and asked him the same thing (because I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t blowing something out of proportion) and he was like “I think that goes to the grievance committee in the graduate student association…” and I was like “I’m not a grad student” so he was like “well they can point you in the right direction” so I start to head for the union and I just couldn’t hold it together anymore, the lack of sleep, combined with the let down of knowing I did poorly on an exam, combined with him sharing that information with my peers was enough to just frustrate me to the point of tears. So I ducked into the wellness center (a service provided by UB with meditation, yoga, massage, and herbal tea suites) found an unused office, shut the door and just let it come out (I hate being seen crying in front of anyone, so I was glad I was able to just do it in private and get it out) and then I sat there, until I could regroup and get my thoughts together; it took me about five minutes, with another three using breathing techniques to sort of get my shaking under control.
So that having been done I knew that I couldn’t go to the professor and address him directly; I want to go through proper channels because I am filing a formal grievance and I still haven’t ruled out suing him. I’m incredibly pissed. I don’t want to be considered some kind of drama queen, but this was a violation of my rights and not one that was made as an honest mistake, this was done deliberately to humiliate me and it isn’t acceptable. I however, have the greatest respect for both Dr. Jaeger and Dr. Michelson and, with the exception of one professor, I love my department, so I don’t want to go in with both guns blazing. So I called Alice (
maleficentseyes) and got Dr. Jaeger’s cell phone number, so I called Dr. Jaeger and explained the situation to her, and for now she and Dr. Michelson are going to meet to see if they can handle it with him. In the mean time, I’ve been advised to resign the course and take it with Prof. Hoeing next semester (which I’ve done) and that means that in July, instead of being at home, I’ll be at UB finishing the second half of nutrition in the summer. I’ll know more tomorrow or maybe not…but now I just have this rock in my chest, as Spring Break starts.
So that was my fucked up day.
In good news, however, I got an A- on the homework I was working on with Sonority Proofs for Dr. Michelson’s class.
And now, I’m going to bed, I’m not turning on an alarm clock, and I’m getting up whenever it may be that I’m getting up.
Goodnight.
Updatey Goodness
Colonel Pickering: Are you a man of good character where women are concerned?
Professor Higgins: Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned?
So the Linguistics hoodies came in the other day.
They’re wonderful, and amazing, and embroidered, and just fantastic. I need to get frat letters for the back of mine. The letters are Iota Rho Alpha, representing the co-ed Linguistics Frat that we invented like, three weeks ago on a whim…our rival frat – which doesn’t exist yet – is Alpha Phi Alpha…and if you find yourself laughing at this, you’re a Linguistics geek too. If you don’t get it, don’t bother, it’s really not worth the time on your end to investigate it, though I’ll be more than happy to explain it to you ad nauseam if you want.
Itai (nir1), look for yours in the mail soon, I ordered one for you as a thank you for putting up with my constant barrage of Aliyah questions and as a pre-thank you for eventually putting up with my geeking this Summer…that and the fact that you mention how cold it gets (it’s all relative), so I figured a real Buffalo made hoodie will do you some good.
I’m going to the post office on Friday.
Speaking of, Carrie (carrie01) if you email me your address one last time I can get what I have to send you out. I’m doing everything in one shipment, and Poppy look for some Mac & Cheese in Ireland soon as well…I have your address in Eire.
Course-wise I’m doing fine. I say fine, not wonderful, because I’ve been getting B’s and I haven’t had the opportunity to raise them to A’s yet…and if I were getting A’s I’d still be miserable because our school doesn’t give out A+’s so I never know if it’s really an A or if I could have done better in theory and raised it to an A+ because, at the end of the day, I’m a masochist. I told my mom I got a B+ on one of my exams and she goes “are you happy” and I was like “No! It’s a B+” what kind of question is that!? Even if I get beyond a 100 on an exam, there’s something I don’t know or maybe got on a chance or a whim.
Academics is a full contact sport. There’s only so many grants, so many fellowships, so many opportunities.
After Today (Thursday) I’m officially on Spring Break and asides from the Anime North/Yaoi North staff meeting on Sunday and the two professional exams (see the next section of this post) I’m just relaxing in NYC/LI and studying my Arabic Flash cards for the mid-term we have on the Thursday after Spring Break.
The paper on Eminem is getting more and more fleshed out, and I’m finishing the proposal tonight (I’ll post the revision later) to turn into Wölk and Jürgen’s mailboxes on Friday. When I finish the paper, I’m mailing two copies to Marshal Mathers…one will have my autograph on it (for him) and one will be asking for his autograph (SASE included, of course).
Of course, he could tell me to go fuck myself and much like the rejection letter that I want from Harvard, I’d frame that letter too…speaking of, I need the Harvard Grad school application when their new one’s come out. It’s been my aspiration for a while, to have a rejection letter from Harvard hung on my office wall right next to my future nobel prize and a picture of me with the Yankees all standing next to me after I throw out the first pitch on the mound. The beauty of it is, that if I apply, they sort of have to send me a rejection letter, unless of course they sent me an acceptance letter as a rejection of my request for a rejection letter, in which case Harvard and I would be in a fight.
I have three classes next semester, one possible TAship and then I’m outtie. Sort of freaky, also sort of awesome.
So Dad and I May Be Members of the Same Gun Club…
So I’ve been meaning to take the 45 hour handgun course for a while now. I haven’t gone to a range to shoot since I was 16 and I’ve been meaning to brush up and Dad’s also wanted to take the 45 hour course, so we might do it together this Summer which would be cool. Sort of a father and son bonding session over the smell of gunpowder in an underground shooting hole, firing at targets representing the human form…it’s the stuff Hallmark Cards are made of “(Dad, thank you for taking the time to remind me, again, to put the safety on…Happy Fathers Day…”).
Speaking of, I’m sitting for the P.I. Exam this Tuesday as well as the Notary Exam…wish me luck on either or both or, if you’re feeling contrary, neither.
Personal Trainers & Health Update
So I went for the second of three shots in the Hepatitis B Vaccine Regimen (and I get to repeat this experience with the Hepatitis A Vaccine next) the other day, when I was on Long Island which is good. One more shot to go. The next shot date is in Five Months and then I’m vaccinated, my appointment is in July. The shots don’t bother me, I have two tattoos, what bothers me is how tired I feel after them (despite my recent relapse into insomnia).
I have to make an appointment to see my Doctor again over Spring Break though, so I can get a physical, a thyroid test, a thyroid uptake test, a glucose test, and the gamut of tests that I should get due to family history. I’m not actually worried about anything, but part of the defense to a future problem is knowing at what points you’ve been okay at and at what points problems started to occur.
I’m really looking to find a new personal trainer, I really don’t like the one my parents use, I don’t think he works me out hard enough, he talks too much and he’s unprofessional.
I emailed CT (the G.I. from my Arabic Class) to see what his rates are since he’s also a trainer (and, for all I know he might do it for free or for barter). If my parent’s join the new gym by our house though, I can probably get a summer membership through our health insurance for July which would be nice.
However, I have been making positive steps weight wise/health wise. I’ve been keeping a daily food journal, and keeping my calories at or below 1,600 and I’m making positive steps nutrition wise…it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change, it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change, it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change…lather, rinse, repeat.
The UJA
So despite giving me a hard time on a regular basis, my father does a lot of great work and donates a lot of his time, money, and services to people in need. He’s in the process of starting a project to build and provide free of charge, rehabilitation housing and a complex to take care of Vets who need rehab after they come back from combat, where they can get physical therapy in a comfortable setting, in houses that are built for disabilities and where their families can join them through the process. He’s already got a donation for the land from LIBI. For his hard work, the UJA is honoring my Father at a black-tie dinner. When the UJA heard from my parents that I was making Aliyah they wanted to meet with me; when they heard I was coming into NYC for a few days on short notice, they cancelled their schedules, moved things around and met with me, answered questions, and gave me a tour of their facilities.
So I went to meet with them, and they were absolutely wonderful, They’ve already found me a program that they run in Israel to train people as Emergency Medical Interpreters, found me an Ulpan for July in NYC at Columbia and one in Haifa that they highly recommend. They were just beyond helpful. I may be taking them up on an Internship for the month that I’ll be home this Summer. The only problem with the dinner honoring my Father is that it’s on a Thursday…and I know that I can miss Jürgen’s class (he may do cartwheels if I’m not there, I bust his balls weekly and I’m the only one who talks in his class, interrupting his muppet monologue) and Prof. Roustum wouldn’t have an issue with it, so I’d have to high tail it to the airport, changing into a Tux on the way, and landing in NYC on Time…we’ll see what I can swing.
“The tavern owner loves a drunkard, but not for a son in law” – Jewish Proverb/Aliyah Question Time!
So I’m filling out my paperwork for the The Jewish Agency so they can open my Tik, in preparation to turn in after my trip in June (I prepare my paperwork in advance, so that way it’s out of my way and I don’t have to worry about it), and it asks about alcohol, under the same question as illegal drugs and addictive medications. Is the question “have I ever had any?” Or does this mean, that I’ve had alcohol in a manner that would put me on the brink of becoming a member of Alcoholic’s Anonymous. Do they really care that I had a couple of drinks, at the club, like, six months ago? I won’t be dishonest, I’m just really looking to answer what they’re actually trying to ask.
Time to get ready for the last day of classes before Spring Break!
That means Shower, More Coffee, Breakfast, Clothes…all that fun stuff.
Peace!
Updatey Goodness
Colonel Pickering: Are you a man of good character where women are concerned?
Professor Higgins: Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned?
So the Linguistics hoodies came in the other day.
They’re wonderful, and amazing, and embroidered, and just fantastic. I need to get frat letters for the back of mine. The letters are Iota Rho Alpha, representing the co-ed Linguistics Frat that we invented like, three weeks ago on a whim…our rival frat – which doesn’t exist yet – is Alpha Phi Alpha…and if you find yourself laughing at this, you’re a Linguistics geek too. If you don’t get it, don’t bother, it’s really not worth the time on your end to investigate it, though I’ll be more than happy to explain it to you ad nauseam if you want.
Itai (nir1), look for yours in the mail soon, I ordered one for you as a thank you for putting up with my constant barrage of Aliyah questions and as a pre-thank you for eventually putting up with my geeking this Summer…that and the fact that you mention how cold it gets (it’s all relative), so I figured a real Buffalo made hoodie will do you some good.
I’m going to the post office on Friday.
Speaking of, Carrie (carrie01) if you email me your address one last time I can get what I have to send you out. I’m doing everything in one shipment, and Poppy look for some Mac & Cheese in Ireland soon as well…I have your address in Eire.
Course-wise I’m doing fine. I say fine, not wonderful, because I’ve been getting B’s and I haven’t had the opportunity to raise them to A’s yet…and if I were getting A’s I’d still be miserable because our school doesn’t give out A+’s so I never know if it’s really an A or if I could have done better in theory and raised it to an A+ because, at the end of the day, I’m a masochist. I told my mom I got a B+ on one of my exams and she goes “are you happy” and I was like “No! It’s a B+” what kind of question is that!? Even if I get beyond a 100 on an exam, there’s something I don’t know or maybe got on a chance or a whim.
Academics is a full contact sport. There’s only so many grants, so many fellowships, so many opportunities.
After Today (Thursday) I’m officially on Spring Break and asides from the Anime North/Yaoi North staff meeting on Sunday and the two professional exams (see the next section of this post) I’m just relaxing in NYC/LI and studying my Arabic Flash cards for the mid-term we have on the Thursday after Spring Break.
The paper on Eminem is getting more and more fleshed out, and I’m finishing the proposal tonight (I’ll post the revision later) to turn into Wölk and Jürgen’s mailboxes on Friday. When I finish the paper, I’m mailing two copies to Marshal Mathers…one will have my autograph on it (for him) and one will be asking for his autograph (SASE included, of course).
Of course, he could tell me to go fuck myself and much like the rejection letter that I want from Harvard, I’d frame that letter too…speaking of, I need the Harvard Grad school application when their new one’s come out. It’s been my aspiration for a while, to have a rejection letter from Harvard hung on my office wall right next to my future nobel prize and a picture of me with the Yankees all standing next to me after I throw out the first pitch on the mound. The beauty of it is, that if I apply, they sort of have to send me a rejection letter, unless of course they sent me an acceptance letter as a rejection of my request for a rejection letter, in which case Harvard and I would be in a fight.
I have three classes next semester, one possible TAship and then I’m outtie. Sort of freaky, also sort of awesome.
So Dad and I May Be Members of the Same Gun Club…
So I’ve been meaning to take the 45 hour handgun course for a while now. I haven’t gone to a range to shoot since I was 16 and I’ve been meaning to brush up and Dad’s also wanted to take the 45 hour course, so we might do it together this Summer which would be cool. Sort of a father and son bonding session over the smell of gunpowder in an underground shooting hole, firing at targets representing the human form…it’s the stuff Hallmark Cards are made of “(Dad, thank you for taking the time to remind me, again, to put the safety on…Happy Fathers Day…”).
Speaking of, I’m sitting for the P.I. Exam this Tuesday as well as the Notary Exam…wish me luck on either or both or, if you’re feeling contrary, neither.
Personal Trainers & Health Update
So I went for the second of three shots in the Hepatitis B Vaccine Regimen (and I get to repeat this experience with the Hepatitis A Vaccine next) the other day, when I was on Long Island which is good. One more shot to go. The next shot date is in Five Months and then I’m vaccinated, my appointment is in July. The shots don’t bother me, I have two tattoos, what bothers me is how tired I feel after them (despite my recent relapse into insomnia).
I have to make an appointment to see my Doctor again over Spring Break though, so I can get a physical, a thyroid test, a thyroid uptake test, a glucose test, and the gamut of tests that I should get due to family history. I’m not actually worried about anything, but part of the defense to a future problem is knowing at what points you’ve been okay at and at what points problems started to occur.
I’m really looking to find a new personal trainer, I really don’t like the one my parents use, I don’t think he works me out hard enough, he talks too much and he’s unprofessional.
I emailed CT (the G.I. from my Arabic Class) to see what his rates are since he’s also a trainer (and, for all I know he might do it for free or for barter). If my parent’s join the new gym by our house though, I can probably get a summer membership through our health insurance for July which would be nice.
However, I have been making positive steps weight wise/health wise. I’ve been keeping a daily food journal, and keeping my calories at or below 1,600 and I’m making positive steps nutrition wise…it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change, it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change, it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change…lather, rinse, repeat.
The UJA
So despite giving me a hard time on a regular basis, my father does a lot of great work and donates a lot of his time, money, and services to people in need. He’s in the process of starting a project to build and provide free of charge, rehabilitation housing and a complex to take care of Vets who need rehab after they come back from combat, where they can get physical therapy in a comfortable setting, in houses that are built for disabilities and where their families can join them through the process. He’s already got a donation for the land from LIBI. For his hard work, the UJA is honoring my Father at a black-tie dinner. When the UJA heard from my parents that I was making Aliyah they wanted to meet with me; when they heard I was coming into NYC for a few days on short notice, they cancelled their schedules, moved things around and met with me, answered questions, and gave me a tour of their facilities.
So I went to meet with them, and they were absolutely wonderful, They’ve already found me a program that they run in Israel to train people as Emergency Medical Interpreters, found me an Ulpan for July in NYC at Columbia and one in Haifa that they highly recommend. They were just beyond helpful. I may be taking them up on an Internship for the month that I’ll be home this Summer. The only problem with the dinner honoring my Father is that it’s on a Thursday…and I know that I can miss Jürgen’s class (he may do cartwheels if I’m not there, I bust his balls weekly and I’m the only one who talks in his class, interrupting his muppet monologue) and Prof. Roustum wouldn’t have an issue with it, so I’d have to high tail it to the airport, changing into a Tux on the way, and landing in NYC on Time…we’ll see what I can swing.
“The tavern owner loves a drunkard, but not for a son in law” – Jewish Proverb/Aliyah Question Time!
So I’m filling out my paperwork for the The Jewish Agency so they can open my Tik, in preparation to turn in after my trip in June (I prepare my paperwork in advance, so that way it’s out of my way and I don’t have to worry about it), and it asks about alcohol, under the same question as illegal drugs and addictive medications. Is the question “have I ever had any?” Or does this mean, that I’ve had alcohol in a manner that would put me on the brink of becoming a member of Alcoholic’s Anonymous. Do they really care that I had a couple of drinks, at the club, like, six months ago? I won’t be dishonest, I’m just really looking to answer what they’re actually trying to ask.
Time to get ready for the last day of classes before Spring Break!
That means Shower, More Coffee, Breakfast, Clothes…all that fun stuff.
Peace!
About to Pass out…but first, mid term grades:
Grades in Sound Structure of English:
Quiz Grade: B+
Homework Grade: A-
Portfolio Grade (Won’t know until end of semester)
Grades in Structure of English Grammar:
None yet, except for the first quiz, which was an uptake quiz and doesn’t really count…our mid term is this week (Thursday)…I’m a little worried about it, I have this nightmare that I go in to take the exam and he says “Okay, now everyone grab three crayons – color choices count! – and draw what you think grammar means to you!” – no seriously, these are my night mares…oh, and the one where it’s storming in Florida and I can’t get the trash out of the trash can to throw outside…I wake up, in a cold sweat, with my heart racing…some people’s nightmares are of monsters, my nightmares are of professors who want me to color inside the lines and trash bags that are too heavy for me to lift.
Sociolinguistics:
Mid Term Grade: B- (I’m not thrilled, I need to bring it up to an A)
Arabic:
Mid term is the Thursday after Spring Break, I believe I’m getting an A
Linguistic Anthropology:
I’m waiting on the first homework grade, we’re going with an A, A- at worst.
Now…it’s time to go to sleep…but first, I leave you with some eye candy to enjoy…SR-71…I remember when I first saw them…and they had to sell their own merchandise.
About to Pass out…but first, mid term grades:
Grades in Sound Structure of English:
Quiz Grade: B+
Homework Grade: A-
Portfolio Grade (Won’t know until end of semester)
Grades in Structure of English Grammar:
None yet, except for the first quiz, which was an uptake quiz and doesn’t really count…our mid term is this week (Thursday)…I’m a little worried about it, I have this nightmare that I go in to take the exam and he says “Okay, now everyone grab three crayons – color choices count! – and draw what you think grammar means to you!” – no seriously, these are my night mares…oh, and the one where it’s storming in Florida and I can’t get the trash out of the trash can to throw outside…I wake up, in a cold sweat, with my heart racing…some people’s nightmares are of monsters, my nightmares are of professors who want me to color inside the lines and trash bags that are too heavy for me to lift.
Sociolinguistics:
Mid Term Grade: B- (I’m not thrilled, I need to bring it up to an A)
Arabic:
Mid term is the Thursday after Spring Break, I believe I’m getting an A
Linguistic Anthropology:
I’m waiting on the first homework grade, we’re going with an A, A- at worst.
Now…it’s time to go to sleep…but first, I leave you with some eye candy to enjoy…SR-71…I remember when I first saw them…and they had to sell their own merchandise.