*shellshocked*
Oh.
My.
GAWD!
I don't think I can really express how completely shocked I am right now! My mouth is gaping open and I'm sure I look like an absolute idiot. Why, you ask? Well, let me explain.
We had to do a group project for my History of the English Language class. The task was to pick a word or a grammar rule and research its history and its evolution through the history of English. My group chose the rule "the reason is because" (ie: The reason I am writing this entry is because something insane has just happened.), which is improper grammar (as "reason" and "because" basically mean the same thing). Anyway, the projects were due this past Friday, and starting yesterday we were to read all the submissions (there are 14) and vote on which one we think is the best. The winners of the vote get an automatic 100% on their project. Everyone else gets marked normally.
Well, I have only read the first three submissions, but I think it's pretty safe to say that Group 3 gets my vote. Why?
THEY DID THEIR PROJECT ON THE WORD CUNT.
No. Jokes.
Cunt.
Cunt!
I seriously cannot get over this! I had no idea we were allowed to do our project on vulgar words! DAMN. Also, I love my university, where you could be allowed to do a project on a word that so many people find so...vile. I personally love the word -- I think it's fantastic. But I know there are a ton of people who hate it, and probably even people on my flist.
THEY MADE A CHART OF COGNATES. WTF. I LOVE THESE PEOPLE.
While cunt is one of the worst expletives, it was not explicitly dysphemistic in the Middle Ages; it appeared in texts such as Lanfranc’s Science of Cirurgie (qtd. in OED, 1989), in the same context as vagina would today.
Huh. Who knew?
Anyway, moving along...
Just got off the phone with my genetics councellor, who is really annoying. How anyone who works with cancer patients all day can be so cheery is beyond me. In any case, I have a follow-up ultrasound booked for May 11 to take another look at those fibroadenomas -- apparently they might not as harmless as I was led to believe...they want to check to make sure that they actually are fibroadenomas, I guess. Obviously that's very reassuring. She's also got me booked in for my one-year follow-up with my oncologist for November 14, so that ought to be a blast. At least this time around I shouldn't be getting any bad news. Dr. Bahl has also got to get back to me with an appointment date for an MRI, which sounds absolutely delightful. Can't wait!
I don't want to go to work tonight. Stupid co-workers calling me first thing in the morning and catching me off guard and making me take their shifts...*grumble* Now I'm going to miss House.
And in conclusion, this song makes me very happy. I'm going to buy this album on my way to work.
My.
GAWD!
I don't think I can really express how completely shocked I am right now! My mouth is gaping open and I'm sure I look like an absolute idiot. Why, you ask? Well, let me explain.
We had to do a group project for my History of the English Language class. The task was to pick a word or a grammar rule and research its history and its evolution through the history of English. My group chose the rule "the reason is because" (ie: The reason I am writing this entry is because something insane has just happened.), which is improper grammar (as "reason" and "because" basically mean the same thing). Anyway, the projects were due this past Friday, and starting yesterday we were to read all the submissions (there are 14) and vote on which one we think is the best. The winners of the vote get an automatic 100% on their project. Everyone else gets marked normally.
Well, I have only read the first three submissions, but I think it's pretty safe to say that Group 3 gets my vote. Why?
THEY DID THEIR PROJECT ON THE WORD CUNT.
No. Jokes.
Cunt.
Cunt!
I seriously cannot get over this! I had no idea we were allowed to do our project on vulgar words! DAMN. Also, I love my university, where you could be allowed to do a project on a word that so many people find so...vile. I personally love the word -- I think it's fantastic. But I know there are a ton of people who hate it, and probably even people on my flist.
THEY MADE A CHART OF COGNATES. WTF. I LOVE THESE PEOPLE.
While cunt is one of the worst expletives, it was not explicitly dysphemistic in the Middle Ages; it appeared in texts such as Lanfranc’s Science of Cirurgie (qtd. in OED, 1989), in the same context as vagina would today.
Huh. Who knew?
Anyway, moving along...
Just got off the phone with my genetics councellor, who is really annoying. How anyone who works with cancer patients all day can be so cheery is beyond me. In any case, I have a follow-up ultrasound booked for May 11 to take another look at those fibroadenomas -- apparently they might not as harmless as I was led to believe...they want to check to make sure that they actually are fibroadenomas, I guess. Obviously that's very reassuring. She's also got me booked in for my one-year follow-up with my oncologist for November 14, so that ought to be a blast. At least this time around I shouldn't be getting any bad news. Dr. Bahl has also got to get back to me with an appointment date for an MRI, which sounds absolutely delightful. Can't wait!
I don't want to go to work tonight. Stupid co-workers calling me first thing in the morning and catching me off guard and making me take their shifts...*grumble* Now I'm going to miss House.
And in conclusion, this song makes me very happy. I'm going to buy this album on my way to work.