Whoabitch
This Wednesday was chaotic with a capital OH FUCK. Had my usual MW morning of History of the Theatre and Native American Women. George (Prof. Muschamp) continues to be tangent-ful and useless. I.e. we had a 50 minute class today completely on the etymology and analysis of the words theatre, entertainment and amusement. Not that that isn't interesting (and it was) but he completely neglected to even touch on the supposed topic of not only our readings, but our lectures. I'm scared for whatever exam I need to take in that class. Native American Women was much better today. We learned in a much better structure and the information was very interesting. I even got a few answers right on obscure topics. Go me.
Then the Writing Center Tutor meeting. I don't remember much of it. It was boring.
And then there was my Contemporary American Poetry seminar...
Oh my...
My professor is WICKED CRAZY. He opened our class with a description of one of his favorite sandwiches - caviar on two halves of a cinnamon roll. I shit you not. He continued on throughout the class to call Graham "Nathan" one girl "Multi-syllabic Becky" or something like that as well as requesting that the class spend Wednesdays saying "Who moved my ____?!" at least five times. Example: Who moved my cheese?!?! He ended the class by yelling, WHERE ARE MY GRITS, YOU BITCH! And then laughed hysterically forever after because we had been talking about half rhyme and... well... Grits and Bitch have assonance. It was insane.
And then there were interviewings for the Women's Center work study position. A certain someone got a job there but that certain someone shall remain nameless because I don't want to let her know before the official Email gets to her. Winkity. =)
So now homewerx and then a tired me needs to sleep for as long as possible. Not kidding. I might not even wash my hair tomorrow. No lies.
Then the Writing Center Tutor meeting. I don't remember much of it. It was boring.
And then there was my Contemporary American Poetry seminar...
Oh my...
My professor is WICKED CRAZY. He opened our class with a description of one of his favorite sandwiches - caviar on two halves of a cinnamon roll. I shit you not. He continued on throughout the class to call Graham "Nathan" one girl "Multi-syllabic Becky" or something like that as well as requesting that the class spend Wednesdays saying "Who moved my ____?!" at least five times. Example: Who moved my cheese?!?! He ended the class by yelling, WHERE ARE MY GRITS, YOU BITCH! And then laughed hysterically forever after because we had been talking about half rhyme and... well... Grits and Bitch have assonance. It was insane.
And then there were interviewings for the Women's Center work study position. A certain someone got a job there but that certain someone shall remain nameless because I don't want to let her know before the official Email gets to her. Winkity. =)
So now homewerx and then a tired me needs to sleep for as long as possible. Not kidding. I might not even wash my hair tomorrow. No lies.