Lots of stuffs
Thursday's English class was rather interesting. According to the department syllabus, we were supposed to write our first in-class essay, so my professor (who eerily follows the syllabus to the letter despite being a professor at the school since 1998) declared that we would be writing our first in-class essay. She told us that the topic would be a five-paragraph essay on what we will later expand for our 5-7 page research paper. As violetsocks has pointed out, if we can reduce our thoughts into a five paragraph essay, what do they expect for a 5-7 page one? We all started writing and one particular student kept bugging the teacher with inane questions. No, it wasn't me. These were of the extremely stupid variety, as opposed to my grounded-in-logic-ones from last semester. She misunderstood the entire assignment and thought we only needed to write our thesis statement. Then she got in trouble for typing the essay up on the computer. The professor tried to explain that because it was an in-class essay, we were required to write it by hand. If we typed it by hand it would be believed that we had written it at home. She then said that if we contested our grade at the end of the semester for any reason, they would be looking at our in-class essay. Now, last semester my professor didn't have us write any in-class essays at all. Yet, when one of my friends (who was in the same section, with the same professor) went to contest her grade at the end of the semester, they eventually changed it. Clearly she didn't have any in-class essays for them to look at it. But that's a whole 'nother story.
As class went on, one other girl was reminded of the fact that we couldn't type the essays. She immediately started off with the "my handwriting sux" excuse. As the professor tried to explain the above points to her, the student started yelling at the professor. She called her a retard, among other things, and refused to consider or try to understand anything the professor said. Now, as I've stated several times before, English is not this professor's native language. So her explanation was somewhat lacking. But the student should have tried to deal with it. As much as I would love to yell at my professors at points, I know that calling them a retard will get me nowhere. Not that I would ever even think of calling them that. I would most likely come up with a much more creative name for them, preferably one that would send people searching for a dictionary.
The above rant probably doesn't make a lot of sense, and it might give people headaches, and it might not even be that grammatically sound at points. But I just want to vent.
Friday was once again spent in hilarity at Laura's. We watched "Once More, With Feeling", the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I adore Giles and Tara's duet), The 10th Kingdom, I adore Wolf!!! "No, no! 'Rare' implies dangerously cooked. When I say rare I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me."), Young Frankenstein (Igor's hunch), and King Arthur. During the last one I spent my time a) yelling at Lancelot to shave, b) griping about the obvious age difference between Keira Knightley and Clive Owen (21 years!) and how this made them a lousy couple, c) how the heck you pronounce Ioan Gruffold's first name, and d) talking to Laura and thus not watching.
I get back my essay from Thursday tomorrow. I hate English class...
I have an Earth Science test on Wednesday. Today we had to watch a half-hour video on the earth's biomes. It was so boring that it didn't fit into either of the two categories that make movies enjoyable: mocking them or adoring them. I hate Earth Science class...
As class went on, one other girl was reminded of the fact that we couldn't type the essays. She immediately started off with the "my handwriting sux" excuse. As the professor tried to explain the above points to her, the student started yelling at the professor. She called her a retard, among other things, and refused to consider or try to understand anything the professor said. Now, as I've stated several times before, English is not this professor's native language. So her explanation was somewhat lacking. But the student should have tried to deal with it. As much as I would love to yell at my professors at points, I know that calling them a retard will get me nowhere. Not that I would ever even think of calling them that. I would most likely come up with a much more creative name for them, preferably one that would send people searching for a dictionary.
The above rant probably doesn't make a lot of sense, and it might give people headaches, and it might not even be that grammatically sound at points. But I just want to vent.
Friday was once again spent in hilarity at Laura's. We watched "Once More, With Feeling", the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I adore Giles and Tara's duet), The 10th Kingdom, I adore Wolf!!! "No, no! 'Rare' implies dangerously cooked. When I say rare I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me."), Young Frankenstein (Igor's hunch), and King Arthur. During the last one I spent my time a) yelling at Lancelot to shave, b) griping about the obvious age difference between Keira Knightley and Clive Owen (21 years!) and how this made them a lousy couple, c) how the heck you pronounce Ioan Gruffold's first name, and d) talking to Laura and thus not watching.
I get back my essay from Thursday tomorrow. I hate English class...
I have an Earth Science test on Wednesday. Today we had to watch a half-hour video on the earth's biomes. It was so boring that it didn't fit into either of the two categories that make movies enjoyable: mocking them or adoring them. I hate Earth Science class...