The One With the Final Crunch
I'm preparing to start writing an essay about the Wife of Bath and Criseyede. I'm a little bit nervous, because I have a rather precarious B in this class and would not terribly like to have a C at all. I do hope that this teacher has not mistaken my irrational fear of him for incompetance, because most of our interractions have involved me babbling or at a total loss for words. Argh. Middle English is going to be the death of me. Not this class, but someday, I see a huge tome falling on my head. Perhaps an expanded, fully annotated Hengwrt manuscript. It's going to happen one day.
ALso, the teacher that was not terribly interested in me before...suddenly is. I'm not sure what it was that changed his mind. I think that the day I attacked him after class with the demand that he allow me to pursue a final paper contrasting American and Soviet endism during the Cold War period, followed by my tearfully sad puppy look. Either way, the next day I realized that I had been somehow magically initiated into the "In Crowd" of his class.
So that's fabulous. And he really is amazingly brilliant. I knew this when he didn't really like me, but I resented it then. Now that I've somehow snuck into his good graces, I'm rather appreciative of his insights, because he suddenly sees fit to share some of them with me!
I realize that this makes me rather lecherous and absolutely a manipulative weilder of the double-standard. But alas, I weild it well.
And I'm rather ecstatic, because I wanted to enjoy his class so much - it's much easier to enjoy a class when the teacher acknowledges you from time to time. And I think that I'm going to take another class of his next semester. I really do need to stop getting attached to teachers and expand my horizons a bit...nah.
On a particularly wonderful note, Finals Week Library West hours have changed from 2 am to 4 am!! Gaspthisissofabulous!!
ALso, the teacher that was not terribly interested in me before...suddenly is. I'm not sure what it was that changed his mind. I think that the day I attacked him after class with the demand that he allow me to pursue a final paper contrasting American and Soviet endism during the Cold War period, followed by my tearfully sad puppy look. Either way, the next day I realized that I had been somehow magically initiated into the "In Crowd" of his class.
So that's fabulous. And he really is amazingly brilliant. I knew this when he didn't really like me, but I resented it then. Now that I've somehow snuck into his good graces, I'm rather appreciative of his insights, because he suddenly sees fit to share some of them with me!
I realize that this makes me rather lecherous and absolutely a manipulative weilder of the double-standard. But alas, I weild it well.
And I'm rather ecstatic, because I wanted to enjoy his class so much - it's much easier to enjoy a class when the teacher acknowledges you from time to time. And I think that I'm going to take another class of his next semester. I really do need to stop getting attached to teachers and expand my horizons a bit...nah.
On a particularly wonderful note, Finals Week Library West hours have changed from 2 am to 4 am!! Gaspthisissofabulous!!