Am I as intelligent as an octopus?
I have just realized that I am becoming really boring. I use a lot of "reallys". If I had to read my writing all the time and I was, say, Connelly, I would get pissed off at myself for being so blastedly stupid. Sometimes I wonder what my IQ is but then I remember that IQs don't really have much of a meaning anymore because one would have to score in the top 3% of the population to be a "genius"-- or a member of MENSA. A pipe dream, if I ever heard a better one. A number is just a number. I've heard that IQ tests don't test people on acquired knowledge but rather their "intellect". I wonder how that would go. Hmmm...so many, many things I could waste my time thinking about.
I think I would have quite a low intelligence quotient-- maybe I would match up with a clam or maybe, if I was really lucky, an octopus. Apparently, octopi are quite smart.
On a completely different topic, I am worried about Sameen. She is having lots of trouble managing her life-- homework is piling up because she constantly puts things off and doesn't do them until she is in a real tailspin-- wings burning, engine steaming, things like that. The only thing I heard her say about her ability to do good work was that she CAN'T DO IT. Pat, Steph, Sameen and myself had to do that presentation for French on "En Pièces Detachées" but she was not ready (always something that will happen to somebody at least ten million times in their life) and then I'm still not sure as to which wheels were turning in Sam's head when she left the class today. And I'd like to find out so I can help her. If she wants me to, that is. The thing is, we all understand how she feels but she believes that she is the only person in the world with her problems. She compared herself with a character in the play called Gerard-- he let his life go, all he does is sit in his "voisin" (armchair, but I wanted to write it in French because it looks better...ahah.), etc.
Sameen has to realize that she can achieve things, that she can do well if she really, really wants to. She HAS to stop saying that SHE CAN'T do things. I wanted to listen to what her problem was today, so I didn't give her much advice yet. I'm really horrible at giving advice to people. Possibly, I can get Connelly to help me out (Connelly!?) with our problem.
Oh, god. Six exams-- five written, one practical.
English
Writer's Craft (this one I'm a little worried about because the exam involves analyzing a short story and writing an essay on it)
Music Theory/History
Cello Solo (easy, so is the music history)
French (hard! We have to write a short commentary on the play we just read)
Biology (Gah! I have a shitload of things to memorize.)
So, there we go. I must go study for an English essay test. One of the essays is written by Woody Allen, who is absolutely hilarious. Yay.
I think I would have quite a low intelligence quotient-- maybe I would match up with a clam or maybe, if I was really lucky, an octopus. Apparently, octopi are quite smart.
On a completely different topic, I am worried about Sameen. She is having lots of trouble managing her life-- homework is piling up because she constantly puts things off and doesn't do them until she is in a real tailspin-- wings burning, engine steaming, things like that. The only thing I heard her say about her ability to do good work was that she CAN'T DO IT. Pat, Steph, Sameen and myself had to do that presentation for French on "En Pièces Detachées" but she was not ready (always something that will happen to somebody at least ten million times in their life) and then I'm still not sure as to which wheels were turning in Sam's head when she left the class today. And I'd like to find out so I can help her. If she wants me to, that is. The thing is, we all understand how she feels but she believes that she is the only person in the world with her problems. She compared herself with a character in the play called Gerard-- he let his life go, all he does is sit in his "voisin" (armchair, but I wanted to write it in French because it looks better...ahah.), etc.
Sameen has to realize that she can achieve things, that she can do well if she really, really wants to. She HAS to stop saying that SHE CAN'T do things. I wanted to listen to what her problem was today, so I didn't give her much advice yet. I'm really horrible at giving advice to people. Possibly, I can get Connelly to help me out (Connelly!?) with our problem.
Oh, god. Six exams-- five written, one practical.
English
Writer's Craft (this one I'm a little worried about because the exam involves analyzing a short story and writing an essay on it)
Music Theory/History
Cello Solo (easy, so is the music history)
French (hard! We have to write a short commentary on the play we just read)
Biology (Gah! I have a shitload of things to memorize.)
So, there we go. I must go study for an English essay test. One of the essays is written by Woody Allen, who is absolutely hilarious. Yay.