Day 10 - first fight with campus cop

Yeah, I don't think that will be my last encounter either. I get to school, and the parking lots are full, so I park on one of the side streets, like I've done for the past month. Only this time, I get stopped by an "Excuse me, ma'am, did you just park there?" Ok, don't EVER "ma'am" me. Nothing flips me into bitch mode quicker than the "M" word. I said, "Yeah, I park there all the time." She told me I couldn't, even though, there were no signs, even though, there were no parking cones, even though I pulled up behind 6six cars that were all ready parked there, even though three cars pulled up and parked behind me. I told her to just write her ticket, that I didn't have time for this. I'm glad I called her bluff, because there was no ticket on my car, or anyone else's when I went out after class. Puh, campus cops are lower than mall cops. At least mall cops will throw their keys at you.

English:

So, I was just stewing about that broad, and not very participatory in discussion, as I was envisioning my car be towed by the company "You Paid For It" - Elliott Davis is always chasing. Ironically, we read some of Sherman Alexie, a Native American writer, who wrote some great essays about the oppression he experienced growing up on a campus... uhhh... reservation. Man, I could relate to Cries-Like-A-White-Boy. Also, I was really amused by my class mate, who was DRINKING from her can of BBQ Pringles. I guess she couldn't get her massive hamhock-like fist down the tube, down to her processed foods goodness, and was applying a basic rule of physics. Yum. Our professor, told me to wait a moment after class, and I thought I was going to get a talking to from her. It was actually really nice, she told me to sign up for the honor's program, that me and a couple of others were good enough writers to seek that out. I thanked her and then had asked her if she knew who I could talk to about about these pigeonholing campus cops. She sighed and rolled her eyes, and gave me a couple of phone numbers. She, I like.

Algebra:

We got our take home quiz back, and I got 17/15. Thank God for bonus points, I'm going to take those where I can get them.
It's starting to sound more like a dead language class, as we are venturing further down the rabbit hole with story problems, and less with the linear stuff. Here is where I'm going to need to take the blue pill or the red pill. I guess that would make our instructor the Caterpillar, or maybe the Mad Hatter... and we're just a bunch of tweedle-dums.


Oral Comm:

This was a jiffy class, in by 12:30 and out by 1:10. She gave us back our group presentation grade, and ours was 18/15. Woo-hoo, more bonus points. 5th graders rule! We have another test on Tuesday about perception. NOt really a whole lot to communicate on this class about communication.

Media:

I talked with the professor about my B, and she "uped" me to a B+. She said mine was one of the first papers she read, and she didn't have a grade gauge established for the whole class assignment yet. I'm still not real happy with that either, but I don't want to start arguing for grades this early on. She said that was one of the higher grades in my class, where the class average was around a C-. Wow, I guess I get to tow the line. Last night, on the Simpsons, Lisa gave a powerpoint presentation, and at the end of it, she tagged it with "Targeted Grade: A/A+" I might lift that for my next paper for her.