finals week
So nothing particularly exciting going on here. Just getting my ass kicked by my poli sci class at the moment. 15-page research paper with roughly 20 sources, final exam with 3 ridiculously difficult questions worth a total of 40% of my grade, all of which are due Friday. That means that I'm turning in, yes, 60% of my grade on Friday. Thank god I'm done with my research paper, save for one last read-through to find any glaring issues. I'm also done with one of the three final exam questions. So I've just got to write one essay tomorrow and one thursday to finish everything for this class and this semester. This semester has been pretty goddamn tough academically. This poli sci class has pushed me harder than any other class I've taken here thus far. Just the kind of thinking it requires can be completely draining. But I don't want to talk about it.
This weekend, I made an ass out of myself publicly on not one, but TWO occasions. And both were on the same night! First I went to the Fly People (a campus dance troupe) concert because Kat's a member, and I've got to support my friends, right? So at some point during the performance, they said that they needed volunteers for "improv dancing." Of course, nobody was volunteering because, frankly, who wants to make an ass of themselves in public? As soon as the call for volunteers is made, all of my freshmen look at me. How could I say "no" to those faces, those little, impressionable freshmen saying, "we respect you, we admire you, will you please go make an ass of yourself in public?" So I went up onstage and performed the robot to classical music.
Later that night, the Night Owls (the a cappella group my friend Mandira is in) had a concert with a "karaoke contest," in which volunteers would go up onstage and perform lead vocals for a Night Owls song, while the Night Owls provided backup. Mandira knew that I couldn't sing, so she volunteered me to perform. Following Ben's amazing performance of "Up the Ladder to the Roof," heavily inspired by a performance we admired last year by a graduated Night Owl who channeled Eddie Vedder, I got up onstage with my friend Katie (who's a member of the Vastards, Dan's a cappella group that I auditioned for earlier this year [see "The Now-Infamous Vastards Audition" entry for more]), and we sang "Love Will Keep Us Together." Katie can sing. I cannot. Thus, she sang the majority of the song, and I only came in for "Stop! 'Cause I really love you! Stop! I've been thinking of you! Look in my heart and let love keep us together." Then, when it became clear that she was going to be singing the rest, I decided instead to break it down with a few of my killer dance moves, including the "rollout" and the "white Jewish tornado." I have a video of this performance, as well as Ben's. They're both worth watching.
Now I'm sitting in the library, desperately trying to motivate myself to start the last essay question of my poli sci final, having just finished questions two and three and only beginning to beg for death.
Collectivities, globality, planetarity, alterity, consciousness external to the subject, "other-ness," subject-positions, restrictive discourse, legitimation of the sharia...DEATH.
Home in less than two days...
This weekend, I made an ass out of myself publicly on not one, but TWO occasions. And both were on the same night! First I went to the Fly People (a campus dance troupe) concert because Kat's a member, and I've got to support my friends, right? So at some point during the performance, they said that they needed volunteers for "improv dancing." Of course, nobody was volunteering because, frankly, who wants to make an ass of themselves in public? As soon as the call for volunteers is made, all of my freshmen look at me. How could I say "no" to those faces, those little, impressionable freshmen saying, "we respect you, we admire you, will you please go make an ass of yourself in public?" So I went up onstage and performed the robot to classical music.
Later that night, the Night Owls (the a cappella group my friend Mandira is in) had a concert with a "karaoke contest," in which volunteers would go up onstage and perform lead vocals for a Night Owls song, while the Night Owls provided backup. Mandira knew that I couldn't sing, so she volunteered me to perform. Following Ben's amazing performance of "Up the Ladder to the Roof," heavily inspired by a performance we admired last year by a graduated Night Owl who channeled Eddie Vedder, I got up onstage with my friend Katie (who's a member of the Vastards, Dan's a cappella group that I auditioned for earlier this year [see "The Now-Infamous Vastards Audition" entry for more]), and we sang "Love Will Keep Us Together." Katie can sing. I cannot. Thus, she sang the majority of the song, and I only came in for "Stop! 'Cause I really love you! Stop! I've been thinking of you! Look in my heart and let love keep us together." Then, when it became clear that she was going to be singing the rest, I decided instead to break it down with a few of my killer dance moves, including the "rollout" and the "white Jewish tornado." I have a video of this performance, as well as Ben's. They're both worth watching.
Now I'm sitting in the library, desperately trying to motivate myself to start the last essay question of my poli sci final, having just finished questions two and three and only beginning to beg for death.
Collectivities, globality, planetarity, alterity, consciousness external to the subject, "other-ness," subject-positions, restrictive discourse, legitimation of the sharia...DEATH.
Home in less than two days...