Not your brand of dope, but the straight dope
"Keep in mind that governmental jobs, some teaching opportunities in private schools, and business and financial positions may have deadlines for applicants as early as December 1."
- The Bard College "Senior Guide," mailed December 6th
So I've been up since 7:30 this morning, being preemptively down on myself about my project. In Kline I almost bitched out Donna and that blonde catering lady because of their sour faces; they were chastising me for taking lunch food before it was Lunch Time. I checked my teeth for bagel, arrived at Fairbairn five minutes early, and encountered Marina, who was leaning halfway out the door and calling her dog Atticus in from the snow. "Did you hear you're off the hook?" she asks. Mysterious scheduling conflicts, it seems, got my board canned at the last minute. I suspect that Gennady double-booked, because he's absent-minded that way and I overheard him talking to someone in his office on the way out. Anyhow, for a minute I didn't understand what Marina meant, and she laughed and said, "look at you, like a Soviet citizen, you're freed and yet you seek more submission." She talks like that. Marina's humor is frustrating, in the way that would probably make me fall in love with her if I was a boy.
Jen said to take it as a compliment -- "you'll be fine without us" -- and I've been promised the criticisms of Marina and Gennady through email. I can't say I wasn't relieved, but it's weird to build something up so much in your head and then have it not happen. No catharsis.
"They ate all the chicken-in-a-biscuit, they ate all the yoo-hoo, what the hell's the matter with you? Are you some kind of a moron?"
- The Bard College "Senior Guide," mailed December 6th
So I've been up since 7:30 this morning, being preemptively down on myself about my project. In Kline I almost bitched out Donna and that blonde catering lady because of their sour faces; they were chastising me for taking lunch food before it was Lunch Time. I checked my teeth for bagel, arrived at Fairbairn five minutes early, and encountered Marina, who was leaning halfway out the door and calling her dog Atticus in from the snow. "Did you hear you're off the hook?" she asks. Mysterious scheduling conflicts, it seems, got my board canned at the last minute. I suspect that Gennady double-booked, because he's absent-minded that way and I overheard him talking to someone in his office on the way out. Anyhow, for a minute I didn't understand what Marina meant, and she laughed and said, "look at you, like a Soviet citizen, you're freed and yet you seek more submission." She talks like that. Marina's humor is frustrating, in the way that would probably make me fall in love with her if I was a boy.
Jen said to take it as a compliment -- "you'll be fine without us" -- and I've been promised the criticisms of Marina and Gennady through email. I can't say I wasn't relieved, but it's weird to build something up so much in your head and then have it not happen. No catharsis.
"They ate all the chicken-in-a-biscuit, they ate all the yoo-hoo, what the hell's the matter with you? Are you some kind of a moron?"