Breaks
Spring break was pretty good. Charles, Opal, and I went to GA. We worked the entire time, so we didn't have time to see anyone. It was kinda sad, actually-- my mom made these amazing dinners (e.g., cornish (sp?) hens with a ginger sauce and saffron rice), but we barely spent any quality time with her. She and I did go shoe shopping, which is exciting 'cause we haven't done that in years... I mean, I was still wearing shoes I bought in sixth grade.
Charles took two of his comprehensive exams for the PhD. He averaged 4 pages/hour on the first one and 5 pages/hour on the second. I can't even imagine typing so much in so little time. I must say that there are advantages to living with a PhD student and being friends with several others. I get an inside-look at the grad process.
The weekend following his comps, Charles, Heather Lee, and I went to Hudson. We got there really late and had to eat at Denny's. Denny's has actually stepped up their act though. They have a new aesthetic, new menus, and actually pretty good food. I highly recommend them. Especially over Village Inn. We made up for the cheap dinner the following night. We went to Ile de France. The manager of the joint is a riot. He flirts unabashedly with all the women, and he sings karaoke. Hearing a Michael Jackson song done in a thick French accent is priceless. He actually remembered Charles and me, and he gave me a big kiss when he saw the ring. Then he lectured Heather about men being pigs. Good times. Heather sunbathed and read Ann Rice, and Charles and I walked along the inlet. He saw a manatee. I got a sunburn.
I've been sick since Tuesday. I'm getting better, but ugh. I feel this knot in my stomach that's not related to a virus... I think I'm not performing at my best anymore. I'm focused on deadlines, not my product. And I think my grades are going to reflect that. Hopefully it's not too late.
Charles brought to my attention this morning that I can be too confrontational with teachers. If I have an objection of some sort, I immediately take a forceful attitude. I've never realized that trait of mine. I guess it's due to my having to be forceful with so many teachers in my past. In elementary school my mom asked the teacher if I could be challenged with extra material. Teacher's response? She threw a book at my mom. Middle school was a mess. High school wasn't much better initially. Despite bad experiences, I gotta check myself before I send e-mails. Charles actually had a very bad first impression of me. Apparently I sent him an e-mail about a grade, and I was overly confrontational in it.
Well I should get some Anna Karenina out of the way. Tolstoy, you long-winded, pompous jerk. I have to read 940 of your boring-ass pages.
See, I can be confrontational to him because he's dead. And won't read this.
Charles took two of his comprehensive exams for the PhD. He averaged 4 pages/hour on the first one and 5 pages/hour on the second. I can't even imagine typing so much in so little time. I must say that there are advantages to living with a PhD student and being friends with several others. I get an inside-look at the grad process.
The weekend following his comps, Charles, Heather Lee, and I went to Hudson. We got there really late and had to eat at Denny's. Denny's has actually stepped up their act though. They have a new aesthetic, new menus, and actually pretty good food. I highly recommend them. Especially over Village Inn. We made up for the cheap dinner the following night. We went to Ile de France. The manager of the joint is a riot. He flirts unabashedly with all the women, and he sings karaoke. Hearing a Michael Jackson song done in a thick French accent is priceless. He actually remembered Charles and me, and he gave me a big kiss when he saw the ring. Then he lectured Heather about men being pigs. Good times. Heather sunbathed and read Ann Rice, and Charles and I walked along the inlet. He saw a manatee. I got a sunburn.
I've been sick since Tuesday. I'm getting better, but ugh. I feel this knot in my stomach that's not related to a virus... I think I'm not performing at my best anymore. I'm focused on deadlines, not my product. And I think my grades are going to reflect that. Hopefully it's not too late.
Charles brought to my attention this morning that I can be too confrontational with teachers. If I have an objection of some sort, I immediately take a forceful attitude. I've never realized that trait of mine. I guess it's due to my having to be forceful with so many teachers in my past. In elementary school my mom asked the teacher if I could be challenged with extra material. Teacher's response? She threw a book at my mom. Middle school was a mess. High school wasn't much better initially. Despite bad experiences, I gotta check myself before I send e-mails. Charles actually had a very bad first impression of me. Apparently I sent him an e-mail about a grade, and I was overly confrontational in it.
Well I should get some Anna Karenina out of the way. Tolstoy, you long-winded, pompous jerk. I have to read 940 of your boring-ass pages.
See, I can be confrontational to him because he's dead. And won't read this.