Everyone Loves A Southern Girl
Okay, I promise I'll never be late for my Communications lecture again! On Tuesday, I volunteered to participate in what my professor calls a "news quiz." Basically, once a week, five people sit in front of the lecture hall and answer five questions about current events, and I got four out of the five right, making me the biggest nerd--I mean, the winner. For my prize, my professor promised me a $10 gift card to a local coffee shop. Sweet.
What does that have to do with being late to lecture, you ask? Yesterday, I was six minutes late to class and sat down in the back of the hall as inconspicuously as possible. We were about to start watching a movie, so the professor announced that anyone who hadn't gotten a question handout should come to the front of the room. As I walked down to pick one up, she called out, "Is Emily Huetteman here yet?" Uh. That's... me? I said that I was, and she said, "Oh, good. You're not quite dead to me yet. Come up here to get your prize from Tuesday." Now, I woke up late yesterday morning, so I'm not exactly looking my best: messy hair, glasses, jazz pants, and an oversized sweatshirt. At least I was still too groggy to be too embarrassed that she was singling me out in front of probably 300 students. "Now, don't applaud too much for her because she was late, but she did get the most answers right since the first week of the class. Congratulations!" Hahaha, oookay then. I sent her a "thank you and sorry" email after class, and she replied as such:
Emily--you are on the "Bring them BACK!" list now! (If you watch Colbert, you know what I mean). No worries, and I'm really glad you were there to get the award, since you're the first to get more than 50% of the questions right! Read on with the news, Professor Squires.
I've watched "The Colbert Report" before but not recently; does anyone want to clue me in on what "Bring them BACK!" means?
It's been a rough week as far as assignments go, so I am more than a little excited to be done with classes. Craddock agreed to an interview for my "art and technology" writing project but then bailed due to being too busy. (Go figure.) So yes, I had to ask for an extension, then scramble to find a new artist at the last minute. Luckily, my professor is very laid-back, so I'm the only one stressing myself out at this point. Ha. Plus, I do not love my Communications GSI. In fact, I don't even really like him. Instead of taking notes in that discussion (since the discussion is inane anyway), I scribble bitter notes to myself about how much he bothers me. You know, it's probably not his fault--he is my last class on Friday. Still, I can't help but feel that he doesn't listen to his students and adheres too closely to his notes to allow for discussion. More than half the time he'll ask a vague, leading question and be met with silence or, at best, a student saying, "I don't really understand what you're asking, but..." If you don't say exactly what's in his notes, your answer isn't right. Bah. I guess I can't help but feel a little sorry for him, though. He clearly doesn't feel comfortable teaching.
Okay, U of M... I believe in activism, but enough's enough: I want my Coke back. In case you didn't hear, they banned Coca-Cola sales on campus at the beginning of this semester pending investigations into its involvement in human rights violations in South America. Now, don't get me wrong because I think we should definitely investigate that; I just want my Coke back. Forcing us to drink Pepsi is such an awful punishment. It's bad enough as it is that that's all they have in the dining halls, but at least it's forced me to drink milk and juice with my meals. However, the juice machines aren't even working right now. *sniffle* I'm thirsty and staring at an unopened bottle of Pepsi. Oh, the melodrama!
So tomorrow I turn 19. What an anti-climatic birthday... well, unless I go drink in Canada, but that's not that exciting. Regardless, I'm pretty excited because my friends and I are going to go out to dinner, and it's usually hard to get a group of us together at once for something like that. Plus, my family sent me a big mystery box that says, "Do Not Open Until January 28th!" I'm going to miss them tomorrow. Hmm, maybe Justine's in the box...
What does that have to do with being late to lecture, you ask? Yesterday, I was six minutes late to class and sat down in the back of the hall as inconspicuously as possible. We were about to start watching a movie, so the professor announced that anyone who hadn't gotten a question handout should come to the front of the room. As I walked down to pick one up, she called out, "Is Emily Huetteman here yet?" Uh. That's... me? I said that I was, and she said, "Oh, good. You're not quite dead to me yet. Come up here to get your prize from Tuesday." Now, I woke up late yesterday morning, so I'm not exactly looking my best: messy hair, glasses, jazz pants, and an oversized sweatshirt. At least I was still too groggy to be too embarrassed that she was singling me out in front of probably 300 students. "Now, don't applaud too much for her because she was late, but she did get the most answers right since the first week of the class. Congratulations!" Hahaha, oookay then. I sent her a "thank you and sorry" email after class, and she replied as such:
Emily--you are on the "Bring them BACK!" list now! (If you watch Colbert, you know what I mean). No worries, and I'm really glad you were there to get the award, since you're the first to get more than 50% of the questions right! Read on with the news, Professor Squires.
I've watched "The Colbert Report" before but not recently; does anyone want to clue me in on what "Bring them BACK!" means?
It's been a rough week as far as assignments go, so I am more than a little excited to be done with classes. Craddock agreed to an interview for my "art and technology" writing project but then bailed due to being too busy. (Go figure.) So yes, I had to ask for an extension, then scramble to find a new artist at the last minute. Luckily, my professor is very laid-back, so I'm the only one stressing myself out at this point. Ha. Plus, I do not love my Communications GSI. In fact, I don't even really like him. Instead of taking notes in that discussion (since the discussion is inane anyway), I scribble bitter notes to myself about how much he bothers me. You know, it's probably not his fault--he is my last class on Friday. Still, I can't help but feel that he doesn't listen to his students and adheres too closely to his notes to allow for discussion. More than half the time he'll ask a vague, leading question and be met with silence or, at best, a student saying, "I don't really understand what you're asking, but..." If you don't say exactly what's in his notes, your answer isn't right. Bah. I guess I can't help but feel a little sorry for him, though. He clearly doesn't feel comfortable teaching.
Okay, U of M... I believe in activism, but enough's enough: I want my Coke back. In case you didn't hear, they banned Coca-Cola sales on campus at the beginning of this semester pending investigations into its involvement in human rights violations in South America. Now, don't get me wrong because I think we should definitely investigate that; I just want my Coke back. Forcing us to drink Pepsi is such an awful punishment. It's bad enough as it is that that's all they have in the dining halls, but at least it's forced me to drink milk and juice with my meals. However, the juice machines aren't even working right now. *sniffle* I'm thirsty and staring at an unopened bottle of Pepsi. Oh, the melodrama!
So tomorrow I turn 19. What an anti-climatic birthday... well, unless I go drink in Canada, but that's not that exciting. Regardless, I'm pretty excited because my friends and I are going to go out to dinner, and it's usually hard to get a group of us together at once for something like that. Plus, my family sent me a big mystery box that says, "Do Not Open Until January 28th!" I'm going to miss them tomorrow. Hmm, maybe Justine's in the box...