Amusing Bits
Our prof tells us on Tuesday that we can do any sort of presentation we feel is appropriate for our meta-analysis projects, as long as it is only twenty minutes long. Of the four students in the class, two of us are terrible smart-asses who dislike ambiguity. P suggests she will be dressing up as Miss Cleo then, while I offer to perform an interpretive dance of attenuation factors. Watching him respond to our innovative suggestions was a hoot, unfortunately he did get more specific and costumes / dancing have been nixed.
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Last night on the phone I was telling my mom how great I felt at dance class, and how lousy I felt afterwards. In response, my MOTHER suggested that I drop out of grad school to become a professional bellydancer. (This is even funnier if you knew my mom when I was in high school, when she spent a fair amount of time worrying about keeping up appearances. I must say this mellow version is way more fun).
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Last night on the phone I was telling my mom how great I felt at dance class, and how lousy I felt afterwards. In response, my MOTHER suggested that I drop out of grad school to become a professional bellydancer. (This is even funnier if you knew my mom when I was in high school, when she spent a fair amount of time worrying about keeping up appearances. I must say this mellow version is way more fun).