Midterm Evaluation:
9 AM Tues/Thurs: ITALIAN I
The teacher does not speak English, and we do not speak Italian (yet). Her name is Alessandra Bonvicini, and she wears the exact same baggy two-tone turtleneck and fanny-pack combo every single day. Every day! One turtleneck! I got a 48 percent on the quiz she returned today, and I'd be surprised if anyone did better than me. She is just going through the motions. On the plus side, I'm only taking this class so I can go to Italy, so I don't really care, and I can say "All your uncles have boots." (Tutti il tuoi zie hanno stivali).
12 PM Tues/Thurs: ABNORMAL PSYCHOLOGY:
The teacher is exactly like the aging Jack Twist in "Brokeback Mountain" should look if Jake Gyllenhaal were actually old. I find myself zoning out in class and staring at the guys doing construction on the brownstone right outside the window. Sometimes they watch us, it's weird that they're only 2 or 3 feet away from class but our big picture window is totally sound-proofed. On the plus side, no midterm in this class! On the minus side, whenever I decide to tune in we seem to be talking about suicide and someone is making a choked up confession. People do that a lot in Psych classes. "Well, I have this, uh, FRIEND... who's thinking of trying to kill themselves..."
12 PM Mon/Wed: SPECIAL TOPICS IN PSYCHOLOGY: ANXIETY DISORDERS
No midterm in this class either actually. The teacher is a little person in a wheelchair. I like it, most of the time. This skater boy always is drawing me in class (kinda creepy, kinda adorable). I suspect he's always drawing everyone though. He is a class-drawing slut.
2 PM Tues/Thurs: INTRODUCTION TO JOURNALISM: WAR REPORTING
I just got back from a field trip to Federal Court for this class! We requested the public records for a bunch of the people who are being charged in connection to the September 11th hijackings. It was incredible, we just walked in off the street and within minutes were holding the entire case against these guys, originals of evidence, statements, transcripts.... ok, it sounds boring. But me and my research partner kept cracking up because the transcripts are like little plays. "Your honor, he is probably being held in Afghanistan." "In WHERE?" "Afghanistan!" "Oh yes. Afghanistan. Now, what makes you say 'probably'?" "Probably?" "Yes." My favorite part is when Ozaira Paracha, the defendant, explains that he met one of the Al-Qaeda suicide bombers at an ice cream stand in Karachi in July of 1999. The two supposedly rode away on Paracha's motorcycle to discuss obtaining passport photos. I think the reason this has never been reported is because it is so clearly bullshit, but once you start laughing at this stuff you can't stop. Richard, my research partner, was laughing until I was like "You realize this guy is probably going to be executed." Which made him stop for a second, then he started laughing til the point of crying when he read the transcript that begins: "Good morning your honor." "Good morning." "And how is the court today?" Anyway, the class way too intense for only 4 credits... the teacher won a Pulitzer Prize though, so she must know what she's doing. Huge midterm project of a profile on either a UN diplomat or a Iraqi combatant. I'm profiling Ensign Stephanie Searle, who's stationed in Kuwait right now. Since she's one of my sister's best friends, I've gotten drunk with her on many occasions, which seems like enough research to base a profile on right there.
It's supposed to get warm this weekend... I can't wait to wear my new boots with skirts/dresses. I'm dreading going back to Ann Arbor over Spring Break. I dont want to go at all, but the fact that it may be the last time I ever go there... I don't know. Packing up your teenage bedroom is too depressing. I'm taking pictures and posting them on here before my wall collage has to be destroyed.
"I have this, uh, FRIEND, who thinks that if winter goes on any longer she's going to shoot herself in the head..."
The teacher does not speak English, and we do not speak Italian (yet). Her name is Alessandra Bonvicini, and she wears the exact same baggy two-tone turtleneck and fanny-pack combo every single day. Every day! One turtleneck! I got a 48 percent on the quiz she returned today, and I'd be surprised if anyone did better than me. She is just going through the motions. On the plus side, I'm only taking this class so I can go to Italy, so I don't really care, and I can say "All your uncles have boots." (Tutti il tuoi zie hanno stivali).
12 PM Tues/Thurs: ABNORMAL PSYCHOLOGY:
The teacher is exactly like the aging Jack Twist in "Brokeback Mountain" should look if Jake Gyllenhaal were actually old. I find myself zoning out in class and staring at the guys doing construction on the brownstone right outside the window. Sometimes they watch us, it's weird that they're only 2 or 3 feet away from class but our big picture window is totally sound-proofed. On the plus side, no midterm in this class! On the minus side, whenever I decide to tune in we seem to be talking about suicide and someone is making a choked up confession. People do that a lot in Psych classes. "Well, I have this, uh, FRIEND... who's thinking of trying to kill themselves..."
12 PM Mon/Wed: SPECIAL TOPICS IN PSYCHOLOGY: ANXIETY DISORDERS
No midterm in this class either actually. The teacher is a little person in a wheelchair. I like it, most of the time. This skater boy always is drawing me in class (kinda creepy, kinda adorable). I suspect he's always drawing everyone though. He is a class-drawing slut.
2 PM Tues/Thurs: INTRODUCTION TO JOURNALISM: WAR REPORTING
I just got back from a field trip to Federal Court for this class! We requested the public records for a bunch of the people who are being charged in connection to the September 11th hijackings. It was incredible, we just walked in off the street and within minutes were holding the entire case against these guys, originals of evidence, statements, transcripts.... ok, it sounds boring. But me and my research partner kept cracking up because the transcripts are like little plays. "Your honor, he is probably being held in Afghanistan." "In WHERE?" "Afghanistan!" "Oh yes. Afghanistan. Now, what makes you say 'probably'?" "Probably?" "Yes." My favorite part is when Ozaira Paracha, the defendant, explains that he met one of the Al-Qaeda suicide bombers at an ice cream stand in Karachi in July of 1999. The two supposedly rode away on Paracha's motorcycle to discuss obtaining passport photos. I think the reason this has never been reported is because it is so clearly bullshit, but once you start laughing at this stuff you can't stop. Richard, my research partner, was laughing until I was like "You realize this guy is probably going to be executed." Which made him stop for a second, then he started laughing til the point of crying when he read the transcript that begins: "Good morning your honor." "Good morning." "And how is the court today?" Anyway, the class way too intense for only 4 credits... the teacher won a Pulitzer Prize though, so she must know what she's doing. Huge midterm project of a profile on either a UN diplomat or a Iraqi combatant. I'm profiling Ensign Stephanie Searle, who's stationed in Kuwait right now. Since she's one of my sister's best friends, I've gotten drunk with her on many occasions, which seems like enough research to base a profile on right there.
It's supposed to get warm this weekend... I can't wait to wear my new boots with skirts/dresses. I'm dreading going back to Ann Arbor over Spring Break. I dont want to go at all, but the fact that it may be the last time I ever go there... I don't know. Packing up your teenage bedroom is too depressing. I'm taking pictures and posting them on here before my wall collage has to be destroyed.
"I have this, uh, FRIEND, who thinks that if winter goes on any longer she's going to shoot herself in the head..."