Whoa, it's been a year! I just found this in a notebook from college (I'm back at home), and kind of wanted to post it somewhere. I think it was supposed to be an extra-credit thing for a Milton class, though I'm far from sure. Just... as busy as I clearly was, how much time did I spend on this? (Hint: Read it up and down ( Read more... )

I'm still here. Nothing of consequence is really going on lately, except that this is my last year and I'm getting excited to go home. Our new semester has kept everyone's heads spinning as they've prepared for it, because we're dropping a book series and adopting a new one. Classes are also being shuffled around, we've been having speaking ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that my mother came to Korea with two (Iranian?) friends I'd never met before, who hid in the hotel room for the first night and surprised me completely by their presence. We were trying to decide whether to eat dinner with the remaining staff of my school (it was Christmas break and most people were gone) or with my belly ( Read more... )

Wow. Bastard Teacher Whom Nobody Likes has done a runner, and now we're down a foreign staff member. Extra classes for all, and the kindy teachers are all going to have to help cover afternoon classes, since he was an afternoon teacher. Shitty situation, and there will be some very pissed off people. Fanfuckingtastic.

( Lunch, as well as I can remember it )

( Rather more detail on lunch. ^_^ )

1934: "[Louis] Armstrong's lip splits on a London stage. He retires in Paris for eight months."
It never occurred to me that that was an occupational hazard for trumpet players. Damn, man. Damn."While in Europe, Armstrong fires his current manager Johnny Collins. Collins retaliates by taking Armstrong's passport back to America leaving Louis "high ( Read more... )

I don't like that I cut my story for Senior Seminar to fit the general length requirements, and in the process removed most of what was interesting about it, as well as the characters' motivations and all the useful background information. I have the majority of the original material saved on another file, of course, and I can patch in what I added ( Read more... )

More than a little peeved. English office apparently mailed me information about the Senior Banquet some time ago, but had the wrong mailing address or something, so today I get this perky little email-- "It's next Thursday, come get your ticket if you want it, hope you can come." Of course, by the time I know this I've already got a two-hour ( Read more... )

So: hurray for forgetting to write down the date of the English Department Faculty Retreat. And hooray (hurray? hooray? feh) for showing up five minutes late to an eight-o'clock class that wasn't there, then going all the way to the department building to make sure the empty classroom wasn't a cruel hoax designed to punish the tardy. I've been up ( Read more... )