(249) The Best Class and Food
I love Asia Cafe food. No, that's not it - not everything they have is great - but I love their sesame chicken and kung pao chicken dishes. Yes, I know it's a take-out restaurant, and yes I know it's not real Chinese food, but it's so good and greasy and the kung pao dish is deliciously spicy.
Plus, it reminds me of the times Cytosis and I would eat them together in my (or his) room. :D
But to change the subject - I love my Fiction Writing class, and this is why. We were discussing short-short stories today (<750 words) and we usually have class outside, in a little benched alcove, which is a really fantastic space, only there's nearly always grass cutters or machines working nearby so sometimes we can't hear each other talk and critique. That was how it was today, and our professor was really frustrated at it, so he began to mime speech and we were all laughing at him. So we got the idea that we should move to an open grassy area and basically mime class the whole time, to see people's reactions. This was both to poke fun at the noise we were always getting, and at the main administrative building that we could see just a grassyard away, because our professor joked that they were probably watching us outside their windows to make sure we were actually having class. (Creative Writing courses have a lot of freedom, but professors are still pressured to actually teach, only we usually finish before our class period ends.) And the joke was that they might be filming us in their sneaky administrative way, but they wouldn't hear a thing! "They look like they're having class, but we can't hear anything. Men, put ears on the ground, right now!"
But then a group of tourists walked by. You know, for the prospective students and families and such, who are checking out the university to see if it was a nice place to go to or not. And then we got an even better idea: when they walked by - and it had to be the right type of group, too, led by a student and full of students and some parents - we would say, very loudly, some very uncomfortable things, within the context of having class, and see how the student leader would pass it off.
And our professor started off straightaway: "Demi, can't you write anything other than sex?!" And this other girl followed it with, "Yeah, I know some people like bestiality, but that's not my cup of tea." But it was unfortunate that the group had already passed, and we were laughing too loud anyway, and no other tour groups passed during the class period (though one really good one came by just as everybody left), so we decided that during the next class we would try this. Ah but our class is great.
Plus, it reminds me of the times Cytosis and I would eat them together in my (or his) room. :D
But to change the subject - I love my Fiction Writing class, and this is why. We were discussing short-short stories today (<750 words) and we usually have class outside, in a little benched alcove, which is a really fantastic space, only there's nearly always grass cutters or machines working nearby so sometimes we can't hear each other talk and critique. That was how it was today, and our professor was really frustrated at it, so he began to mime speech and we were all laughing at him. So we got the idea that we should move to an open grassy area and basically mime class the whole time, to see people's reactions. This was both to poke fun at the noise we were always getting, and at the main administrative building that we could see just a grassyard away, because our professor joked that they were probably watching us outside their windows to make sure we were actually having class. (Creative Writing courses have a lot of freedom, but professors are still pressured to actually teach, only we usually finish before our class period ends.) And the joke was that they might be filming us in their sneaky administrative way, but they wouldn't hear a thing! "They look like they're having class, but we can't hear anything. Men, put ears on the ground, right now!"
But then a group of tourists walked by. You know, for the prospective students and families and such, who are checking out the university to see if it was a nice place to go to or not. And then we got an even better idea: when they walked by - and it had to be the right type of group, too, led by a student and full of students and some parents - we would say, very loudly, some very uncomfortable things, within the context of having class, and see how the student leader would pass it off.
And our professor started off straightaway: "Demi, can't you write anything other than sex?!" And this other girl followed it with, "Yeah, I know some people like bestiality, but that's not my cup of tea." But it was unfortunate that the group had already passed, and we were laughing too loud anyway, and no other tour groups passed during the class period (though one really good one came by just as everybody left), so we decided that during the next class we would try this. Ah but our class is great.