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Here's another good example of how cool my Greek Civ teacher is (oh, and one of our classes is a museum visit):
She had us read this poem aloud to hear what the rhythm of the Iliad sounds like (the meter happens to be our good friend dactylic hexameter, Lauren--I was the only one who knew what that was, of course. Apparently Vergil borrowed more than just Aeneas from the Iliad...)
Hollywood cover girl
Scarlet O'Plasticene
went to a surgeon
to boost her appeal.
Now she's a knockout and
oxymoronically
begs for a chance to have
parts that are real.
I thought that poem was great.
I'm updating from the commons room. Get me out of here. First they were talking about the painting class here, and one girl said they have to paint nudes. The guys were getting all excited until she pointed out that it was quite likely the class has to paint MALE nudes. Then one guy wanted to know how he could be one of the male nudes. That part was funny enough. Then the stupid part: the girl also mentioned that they paint tapestries in that class. Then the same guy offering to be a nude model asked, "What is a tapestry? A whole bunch of naked people piled on top of each other?"
SOMEONE SAVE ME.
Just to clarify: all these horror stories I've been telling are true, and not exaggerated one bit. And the people saying the dumb stuff have all been totally serious about whatever they were saying. Scary, I know.
Let's put it to a vote: should I work at the coffee bar (faux Starbucks) or the library?
Sorry, but I have to share this: right now my grade in Lab Calc (the most failed class at Duke) is 100. That's right. No curve, no scale, pure A. And all the kids in that class that got 5s on AP Calc BC (we're not even talking just lousy AB here!)--they have to come to ME for help. Again I am reminded of how fancy prep schools, private schools, boarding schools, and standardized tests mean NOTHING.
My mom says I should just take the easy A's when they come. I am not in college to earn easy A's, however. I am here to challenge myself, to not be bored in class for once in my life. And apparently that is not going to happen.
Let me clarify one thing, though--if I were premed or pre-engineering, I would definitely be challenged. Those crazy kids have chem labs that last 4 hours. They even have to use fancy software for their homework. I do not envy them a bit. (The sad thing is that I will be making more than them when I work in the CIA. That isn't right, in my opinion.
Another quote from my Greek Civ prof.:
"Have any of you seen the movie Troy?" (all but a handful of people raise their hands)
"For those of you that have, forget it. Right now. Those of you that haven't, DO NOT SEE IT. It is very boring. The only reason to see it is to see Brad Pitt, but he's not even totally nude, so it's not worth it."
This woman rocks.
P.S.--I have become an insomniac. My mom has sent me my dad's bottle of prescription Ambien. I hope it works. I almost considered hitting myself over the head with a large mallet just because I knew I had an early class the next morning and needed the sleep.
She had us read this poem aloud to hear what the rhythm of the Iliad sounds like (the meter happens to be our good friend dactylic hexameter, Lauren--I was the only one who knew what that was, of course. Apparently Vergil borrowed more than just Aeneas from the Iliad...)
Hollywood cover girl
Scarlet O'Plasticene
went to a surgeon
to boost her appeal.
Now she's a knockout and
oxymoronically
begs for a chance to have
parts that are real.
I thought that poem was great.
I'm updating from the commons room. Get me out of here. First they were talking about the painting class here, and one girl said they have to paint nudes. The guys were getting all excited until she pointed out that it was quite likely the class has to paint MALE nudes. Then one guy wanted to know how he could be one of the male nudes. That part was funny enough. Then the stupid part: the girl also mentioned that they paint tapestries in that class. Then the same guy offering to be a nude model asked, "What is a tapestry? A whole bunch of naked people piled on top of each other?"
SOMEONE SAVE ME.
Just to clarify: all these horror stories I've been telling are true, and not exaggerated one bit. And the people saying the dumb stuff have all been totally serious about whatever they were saying. Scary, I know.
Let's put it to a vote: should I work at the coffee bar (faux Starbucks) or the library?
Sorry, but I have to share this: right now my grade in Lab Calc (the most failed class at Duke) is 100. That's right. No curve, no scale, pure A. And all the kids in that class that got 5s on AP Calc BC (we're not even talking just lousy AB here!)--they have to come to ME for help. Again I am reminded of how fancy prep schools, private schools, boarding schools, and standardized tests mean NOTHING.
My mom says I should just take the easy A's when they come. I am not in college to earn easy A's, however. I am here to challenge myself, to not be bored in class for once in my life. And apparently that is not going to happen.
Let me clarify one thing, though--if I were premed or pre-engineering, I would definitely be challenged. Those crazy kids have chem labs that last 4 hours. They even have to use fancy software for their homework. I do not envy them a bit. (The sad thing is that I will be making more than them when I work in the CIA. That isn't right, in my opinion.
Another quote from my Greek Civ prof.:
"Have any of you seen the movie Troy?" (all but a handful of people raise their hands)
"For those of you that have, forget it. Right now. Those of you that haven't, DO NOT SEE IT. It is very boring. The only reason to see it is to see Brad Pitt, but he's not even totally nude, so it's not worth it."
This woman rocks.
P.S.--I have become an insomniac. My mom has sent me my dad's bottle of prescription Ambien. I hope it works. I almost considered hitting myself over the head with a large mallet just because I knew I had an early class the next morning and needed the sleep.