I'm taking requests
Here it is, thursday, meaning tomorrow is friday, and apart from the fact that fridays are black days it's a pretty chill day. I really just despise black days. save for french. and physics isn't too bad. if i could just drop math... hold on, perhaps i could. i have 2.5 years completed and have to take it next year, so it all adds up. REVELATION! of course the reason i'm taking math next year is to get into the proper college, which might frown upon my dropping it this year because i didn't feel like going. but mathlessness would bring the most joy possible to my life.
anyhow, back on track, i had my first arabic class tonight. i was 15 minutes late, but it wasn't a big deal. it's a college class, so maybe they figure it's the student's hindrance, you don't have to explain to the teacher why you're late, or even talk to the teacher. it seems so impersonal as well, there's no socializing time because if you're paying for a class, you need to get in as much academic stuff as possible. maybe it's the DSA way that's making me feel so lost, perhaps it's too lax. But aside from that, it's a small class, and i'm probably tied for second most active, no one else talks or volunteers or anything. the winner for most active is a twenty something woman who thinks she's teaching the class too sometimes. oof, anyhow, i learned a lot, and i may have to change my ways: if you know me well, or have seen my math homework at all, you'd know I like to save paper whenever possible. So i was hoping tonight's notes would just consume one side of a page, but i was forced to start another page after things got out of hand with kasra's and sukun's out the wazoo. it's a lot of writing, AND aside from me arriving late, apparently EVERY single individual but me has the text already. i was honestly expecting like a 30 minute introduction from the teacher and a list of what we needed for class, but i guess one's supposed to figure that out on their own. we could at least go around in a circle and introduce ourselves. who knows what's to come.
also, i have an interview with a telemarketing job. if i get it, it could end up being the worst screw over, because i'd only be working 8 hours a week, it's in Highlands Ranch, and it's comission based. think of how many sales a fucking telemarketer makes. i'd probably be spending double my pay in gas just to get there. but i'm meeting the guy tomorrow, so actually going to the office will let me know how far away it is.
i wish i had the body, skills, and street knowledge to be a prostitute some times, it'd be so much easier to save up for france and i'd have a satisfied libido. why must prostitution seem so glorious in theory?
i just love not working so much right now.
whew, well that was quite a wad of writing. i'll be back soon to speak of further escapades.
anyhow, back on track, i had my first arabic class tonight. i was 15 minutes late, but it wasn't a big deal. it's a college class, so maybe they figure it's the student's hindrance, you don't have to explain to the teacher why you're late, or even talk to the teacher. it seems so impersonal as well, there's no socializing time because if you're paying for a class, you need to get in as much academic stuff as possible. maybe it's the DSA way that's making me feel so lost, perhaps it's too lax. But aside from that, it's a small class, and i'm probably tied for second most active, no one else talks or volunteers or anything. the winner for most active is a twenty something woman who thinks she's teaching the class too sometimes. oof, anyhow, i learned a lot, and i may have to change my ways: if you know me well, or have seen my math homework at all, you'd know I like to save paper whenever possible. So i was hoping tonight's notes would just consume one side of a page, but i was forced to start another page after things got out of hand with kasra's and sukun's out the wazoo. it's a lot of writing, AND aside from me arriving late, apparently EVERY single individual but me has the text already. i was honestly expecting like a 30 minute introduction from the teacher and a list of what we needed for class, but i guess one's supposed to figure that out on their own. we could at least go around in a circle and introduce ourselves. who knows what's to come.
also, i have an interview with a telemarketing job. if i get it, it could end up being the worst screw over, because i'd only be working 8 hours a week, it's in Highlands Ranch, and it's comission based. think of how many sales a fucking telemarketer makes. i'd probably be spending double my pay in gas just to get there. but i'm meeting the guy tomorrow, so actually going to the office will let me know how far away it is.
i wish i had the body, skills, and street knowledge to be a prostitute some times, it'd be so much easier to save up for france and i'd have a satisfied libido. why must prostitution seem so glorious in theory?
i just love not working so much right now.
whew, well that was quite a wad of writing. i'll be back soon to speak of further escapades.