Only 46.5 or so hours left!
I didn't go to Melville today. I was really gonna -- I swear! But then I remembered how hard it was for alumni to get in during the day without an appointment with a teacher and all that jazz, and I'm not sure, but I have a good feeling that security is just getting tighter around that place, and it just seemed less and less worth it.
Oh, and then I was up till three-something the night before, and getting up at 9:00 just didn't sound all that attractive.
One of these days I'll have to get started on that paper for Development of Play, Art, and Creativity, but to be honest, I'm kinda stumped. I blame it on the stupid USEM system, cause what I actually have due is a draft for my +W teacher. Thing is, so far in this course we've only read one book and two articles, and it's all been on sort of "preliminary" subject matter. I feel like we've spent a month clearing our throats, getting ready to learn about something interesting, with the result that we just don't know anything yet! It really bugs me, cause I didn't sign up for this class to learn about motivation -- no where in the course description did it talk about that -- but it looks like that's what I'm gonna be forced to write this paper about.
Oh why must disappointment exist?
On a separate note, there have been a few good things about being home, particularly for a holiday. See, those who know me know I'm not a picky eater, and those of you at Brandeis (which isn't too many of my potential readers, I'll admit) know I'm the last to complain about even the Boulevard's food, but oh man has it been great getting real meals here! Chicken that hasn't been cooked till it's soggy, rice that contains both moisture AND taste, and most of all : food that's available whenever I want it, and at no extra cost! Oh how I missed opening the refrigerator taking as much or as little as I want, and NOT swiping my whoCard before sitting down to eat!
It's the little things that make a difference, folks, the little things.
Next day:
On afterthought, I think the best part of the food here is lack of grease. I think cafeteria chefs have one thing in common -- they confuse "fat" with "flavor."
Which reminds me of that great cartoon that shows W. pointing to a blackboard explaining the "clear connection" between Iraq and Al Qaeda -- the Q.
Oh, and then I was up till three-something the night before, and getting up at 9:00 just didn't sound all that attractive.
One of these days I'll have to get started on that paper for Development of Play, Art, and Creativity, but to be honest, I'm kinda stumped. I blame it on the stupid USEM system, cause what I actually have due is a draft for my +W teacher. Thing is, so far in this course we've only read one book and two articles, and it's all been on sort of "preliminary" subject matter. I feel like we've spent a month clearing our throats, getting ready to learn about something interesting, with the result that we just don't know anything yet! It really bugs me, cause I didn't sign up for this class to learn about motivation -- no where in the course description did it talk about that -- but it looks like that's what I'm gonna be forced to write this paper about.
Oh why must disappointment exist?
On a separate note, there have been a few good things about being home, particularly for a holiday. See, those who know me know I'm not a picky eater, and those of you at Brandeis (which isn't too many of my potential readers, I'll admit) know I'm the last to complain about even the Boulevard's food, but oh man has it been great getting real meals here! Chicken that hasn't been cooked till it's soggy, rice that contains both moisture AND taste, and most of all : food that's available whenever I want it, and at no extra cost! Oh how I missed opening the refrigerator taking as much or as little as I want, and NOT swiping my whoCard before sitting down to eat!
It's the little things that make a difference, folks, the little things.
Next day:
On afterthought, I think the best part of the food here is lack of grease. I think cafeteria chefs have one thing in common -- they confuse "fat" with "flavor."
Which reminds me of that great cartoon that shows W. pointing to a blackboard explaining the "clear connection" between Iraq and Al Qaeda -- the Q.