English Comp:
Today, we had a substitute. Our assignment was to write an essay about three animals we closely identify with. I chose the octopus, sloth, and mama grizzly bear. My title was "An octopus, sloth, and mama grizzly bear walk into a bar." I haven't written anything by hand in a long time, and it really reflected in my penmanship. Think Katherine Hepburn on cappuccino in her late eighties, and I'm sure her skill with a pen would be more legible than what I scrawled. I think it was an okay paper, I just hope she can read it. Even though I was far enough away from the "feedbag row", it was still very audible as the room was so quiet. I can imagine the title of some of those future essays: "How to shiv an English professor with a Red Hot Riblet."
Algebra:
Today we had a quiz. I have absolutely no confidence in what I turned in. The quiz was at the end of the class, and long after we were assaulted with review from Chapter 2. Whereas, last week, I was able to keep up with the problems, today, she threw all sorts of hypothetical curveballs our way. Great, confuse me before a quiz. I guess the main problem is I'm still waiting on my Algebra book to show up from Amazon, so I haven't been able to do any homework. When I got home from school, it had finally arrived, and I played catch up for the next three hours at home. I called my mathematically-degreed sister to help with one problemI better go wine shopping for this teacher, and myself, pretty soon.
Oral Comm:
This class was great in the fact that she let us go a half-hour early. Our professor is still struggling with Leviticus's name, calling him Leveculi today. Damn pagans! She is a give-a-way type of instructor, as she informed us that anything written on the board would be on a test. This I can handle. The presentations are going to be the challenge.
Media:
The professor is still touring... woo-hoo!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
2nd day o' school
English Comp:
I just squeaked into class under the wire today. I was delayed by a phone call from AAA about a job that won't pan out.
So, I ran from the "yonder back forty" of the campus parking lot, through the wind and rain, to Tower A room 217.
I was completely out of breath, and had visible snot hanging from my nose. I felt pretty. I had to sit on the late row by the classroom door.
Apparently, the row next to me is what we'll call the "feedbag row", as all four students were consuming junk food from loud, crinkly bags.
All.friggin.class.long.
It's 9:30a, and I guess when the call for Hot Fries and Rap Snacks, complemented with open-mouth chewing, answers, then you just pick that red line right up.
Today we discussed the elements of righting a good essay.
I think my title will be, "My Dumb,Fat Ass Classmates are Retards", or "I Can Hear Your Diabetes".
Algebra:
Algebra was okay. I was able to correctly do the problems she presented.
The only thing out of left field, was when she mentioned she was a Christian and did not like language that pertained to bodily functions.
I didn't hear anyone say that myself, but then she went on to say that she was always open to discuss her faith with us on her off time.
Oh boy... or Lord, rather.
Our first quiz is next class.
Oral Comm:
Ms. Moody had us do a small group project. We had 12 minutes to cut words or pictures that represented us out of magazines, and present in front of the class.
Had I known that, I would have picked up a copy of "Modern Drunkard" or "Garden and Gun".
Seriously, those are real publications:
http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/
http://gardenandgun.com/
Instead, I found a picture of a little row boat in the ocean. I can identify with that.
The rest of my group found jewelry, money, an aluminum water bottle, and a heart shaped cut-out of some soap opera star or model-looking fellow.
This exercise was to show us how to prepare for a presentation.
I may use my English essay title again.
Media:
Cancelled due to to the professor being on tour.
This was my favorite class today.
Now, me and my chicken fingers need to get our drink on!
I just squeaked into class under the wire today. I was delayed by a phone call from AAA about a job that won't pan out.
So, I ran from the "yonder back forty" of the campus parking lot, through the wind and rain, to Tower A room 217.
I was completely out of breath, and had visible snot hanging from my nose. I felt pretty. I had to sit on the late row by the classroom door.
Apparently, the row next to me is what we'll call the "feedbag row", as all four students were consuming junk food from loud, crinkly bags.
All.friggin.class.long.
It's 9:30a, and I guess when the call for Hot Fries and Rap Snacks, complemented with open-mouth chewing, answers, then you just pick that red line right up.
Today we discussed the elements of righting a good essay.
I think my title will be, "My Dumb,Fat Ass Classmates are Retards", or "I Can Hear Your Diabetes".
Algebra:
Algebra was okay. I was able to correctly do the problems she presented.
The only thing out of left field, was when she mentioned she was a Christian and did not like language that pertained to bodily functions.
I didn't hear anyone say that myself, but then she went on to say that she was always open to discuss her faith with us on her off time.
Oh boy... or Lord, rather.
Our first quiz is next class.
Oral Comm:
Ms. Moody had us do a small group project. We had 12 minutes to cut words or pictures that represented us out of magazines, and present in front of the class.
Had I known that, I would have picked up a copy of "Modern Drunkard" or "Garden and Gun".
Seriously, those are real publications:
http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/
http://gardenandgun.com/
Instead, I found a picture of a little row boat in the ocean. I can identify with that.
The rest of my group found jewelry, money, an aluminum water bottle, and a heart shaped cut-out of some soap opera star or model-looking fellow.
This exercise was to show us how to prepare for a presentation.
I may use my English essay title again.
Media:
Cancelled due to to the professor being on tour.
This was my favorite class today.
Now, me and my chicken fingers need to get our drink on!
1st day o' school
Ok, so here is how it all went down yesterday.
English Comp:
K. M. is my teacher.
She seemed pretty cool until she mentioned that one of the essays we would be discussing is titled "Black Men and Public Space" by Brent Staples.
After making this announcement, she then stated that the security was excellent at the school, and they are usually here within a matter of minutes of an "incident".
I am one of three caucasoids in the class, with the majority being african-american boys/men.
The other two girls are clearly under the age of 19, and will probably skip out on that discussion day.
I may need to wear a dashiki to that discussion on Jan 28th.
Twice, she had to ask people to quit fucking with their phones.
Twice.
Algebra:
M. H. is my teacher.
Her class is incredibly quick. I took 6 pages of notes on the first day!
She has very grey teeth, so I think she can be bribed with wine.
She taught Algebra for 30 some odd years in Belleville, and still lives over there, so we may run into her at the Wine Tap someday.
A young girl sat next to me with big, clunky, bracelets that sounded like cowbells.
She could not sit still at all, screwing with her phone, rambling through her bag, drinking, chewing gum, just AHHHH!!!!!
I plan to seek out the most isolated seat in the room on Thursday or prepare blow-darts of Fentanyl.
Oral Comm:
Ms. C. M. is my teacher.
She is a strong, black, sister (her words, not mine), who stressed the Ms. in her name.
Not Mrs., not Miss, but MS.
Her class terrifies me the most.
25 students to stand up in front for 5 presentations with my stupid, little, voice.
She had surprisingly screwed up one the students names.
Leviticus seemed very put off, and half of the girls exchanged glaring glances.
It surprised me too, but I guess I should not assume that all come from a Christian background.
Communication Breakdown, Perceptual Differences, and Media Portrayals of Tragic Events:
M. R. is my teacher, or Adjunct Professor.
I like this class a lot.
She will miss two classes due to her play going on tour.
She seems like a rabble-rouser, as she said she expected intelligent discussion at all times, on all subjects.
Even when she was "crackin' on Christians".
This made the girl with the 3 WWJD bracelets and olive wood cross pendant face turn very red.
Our first assignment is to compare the values of two television shows.
I'd like to do Trailer Park Boys, but I'm not sure what else yet.
All and all, the day flew by, and I feel I can return there on Thursday.
English Comp:
K. M. is my teacher.
She seemed pretty cool until she mentioned that one of the essays we would be discussing is titled "Black Men and Public Space" by Brent Staples.
After making this announcement, she then stated that the security was excellent at the school, and they are usually here within a matter of minutes of an "incident".
I am one of three caucasoids in the class, with the majority being african-american boys/men.
The other two girls are clearly under the age of 19, and will probably skip out on that discussion day.
I may need to wear a dashiki to that discussion on Jan 28th.
Twice, she had to ask people to quit fucking with their phones.
Twice.
Algebra:
M. H. is my teacher.
Her class is incredibly quick. I took 6 pages of notes on the first day!
She has very grey teeth, so I think she can be bribed with wine.
She taught Algebra for 30 some odd years in Belleville, and still lives over there, so we may run into her at the Wine Tap someday.
A young girl sat next to me with big, clunky, bracelets that sounded like cowbells.
She could not sit still at all, screwing with her phone, rambling through her bag, drinking, chewing gum, just AHHHH!!!!!
I plan to seek out the most isolated seat in the room on Thursday or prepare blow-darts of Fentanyl.
Oral Comm:
Ms. C. M. is my teacher.
She is a strong, black, sister (her words, not mine), who stressed the Ms. in her name.
Not Mrs., not Miss, but MS.
Her class terrifies me the most.
25 students to stand up in front for 5 presentations with my stupid, little, voice.
She had surprisingly screwed up one the students names.
Leviticus seemed very put off, and half of the girls exchanged glaring glances.
It surprised me too, but I guess I should not assume that all come from a Christian background.
Communication Breakdown, Perceptual Differences, and Media Portrayals of Tragic Events:
M. R. is my teacher, or Adjunct Professor.
I like this class a lot.
She will miss two classes due to her play going on tour.
She seems like a rabble-rouser, as she said she expected intelligent discussion at all times, on all subjects.
Even when she was "crackin' on Christians".
This made the girl with the 3 WWJD bracelets and olive wood cross pendant face turn very red.
Our first assignment is to compare the values of two television shows.
I'd like to do Trailer Park Boys, but I'm not sure what else yet.
All and all, the day flew by, and I feel I can return there on Thursday.
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