That tank top looks lovely! And should look lovely on you.
I don't recall emailing my profs much in college, but then again, there were 1400 students, so it wasn't that big an issue--between fairly generous office hours and a small campus, they weren't too difficult to get hold of. I can see how some people would abuse the privilege, though (and do, according to ancarett and voleuse). Oh, modern technology.
The tank top, as knitted by someone who knows what they're doing, looks pretty cool. The tank top, as knitted by me? We'll see. I'm excited about the yarn, though, because it comes in such pretty colors.
My university was an extremely sink or swim environment, with a number of professors who are at the top of their fields, including Nobel prizewinners. Some of them liked teaching more than others; many of them were more focused on their research. I can't imagine many of them putting up with idiotic and/or demanding emails from students. And yet I'm sure they get them. It wasn't until you got into relatively specialized upper division coursework that you could hope to cultivate any kind of relationship with a professor.
Those colors are very pretty! I love those sort of dusky blues, and the sage is going to look great on you. You'll have to show us the finished product... even if it takes a couple of tries. ;)
Yeah, going to a small college was a blessing and a curse. On the plus side, the professors were very accessible. On the other hand, they frequently knew when I'd pulled an all-nighter to finish a paper. So it all balanced out, I guess. :) But for me, I think that environment was definitely the right way to go. Though, of course, I don't have anything to compare it to.
There are a lot of tradeoffs to the big/small school choice. My huge school had a ton of facilities, a course catalog an inch thick, and a really excellent and diverse faculty. It also offered almost no personal guidance, enormous lecture sizes for lower division classes, and it was very easy to fall through the cracks. I knew a couple of people my freshman year who failed out because they didn't know how to discipline themselves to work without mom and dad breathing down their necks, and with all of the shiny new distractions of the dorm and the town. There was nobody there to notice or care (unless they were athletes, in which case there was a raft of people ready to keep them from failing out). You were pretty much on your own, and had to be very self-directed and able to negotiate bureaucracy without help. It worked well for me, but it definitely wasn't a particularly nurturing environment, and it certainly wasn't for everyone
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Ooh, I love the lace edging at the bottom! I've yet to knit tops of any kind, and I've been contemplating some kind of tank top. I'm eager to hear about your experience with this pattern.
I think it's pretty, and it's knit in one piece up to the armholes, which I figure gives me less chance to screw up the gauge and have a back that's three inches longer than the front. I'll definitely post about it when I've finished. Unless it's a disaster, in which case I might pretend it never happened. Heh.
And your icon reminded me to go back to your post and snag a couple of the knitting icons (#s 12 and 15, I think). I'm crediting you in keywords, of course. They're lovely.
That is one giant scarf! I hope you'll post a pic when it's finished. Good luck with the tank top--that's a pretty pattern. I'm abandoning a knitted square patchwork afghan idea that I came up with (totally isn't working) and I'm going to use the yarn to do a scarf (on circular needles). That's about my speed...
I can't imagine college with computers and email. The whole experience would be completely different. When I was in school there was a computer lab with about 20 DOS boxes running Word Perfect 4.2 (for a 1200 student school). Otherwise, it was BYOTypewriter. Senior year, my uncle gave me his Radio Shack TRS-80, which was a *big* deal. OMG I am OLD! Hee!
Afghans are so big--I can't imagine taking something like that on. The tank top I think will be manageable because it's mostly one piece, with no sleeves to wrestle with.
Otherwise, it was BYOTypewriter. Senior year, my uncle gave me his Radio Shack TRS-80, which was a *big* deal.
Ha! My parents packed me off to college with one of those newfangled portable electric typewriters that had some crazy amount of memory like 50MB and a drive for a 3 1/2" floppy. When I typed faster than the spell check, the whole thing froze up. And, of course, to print, it typed everything out on a daisy wheel. A twenty-page paper took about an hour, and it was loud as hell. Good times.
I was a little worried that Sam had been taken over by a goa'uld, but even my relief can not make me pretend that it makes sense that she innoculated herself against implantation using antibiotics that the goa'uld symbiotes were genetically engineered to respond to like a kill switch. Still, she's been delightfully capable in this episode.
If only! I couldn't make that up if I tried. I have a healthy sense of shame, and the Stargate writers do not, which is why they're making lots of money writing for a television show and I'm writing software manuals.
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I don't recall emailing my profs much in college, but then again, there were 1400 students, so it wasn't that big an issue--between fairly generous office hours and a small campus, they weren't too difficult to get hold of. I can see how some people would abuse the privilege, though (and do, according to ancarett and voleuse). Oh, modern technology.
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My university was an extremely sink or swim environment, with a number of professors who are at the top of their fields, including Nobel prizewinners. Some of them liked teaching more than others; many of them were more focused on their research. I can't imagine many of them putting up with idiotic and/or demanding emails from students. And yet I'm sure they get them. It wasn't until you got into relatively specialized upper division coursework that you could hope to cultivate any kind of relationship with a professor.
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Yeah, going to a small college was a blessing and a curse. On the plus side, the professors were very accessible. On the other hand, they frequently knew when I'd pulled an all-nighter to finish a paper. So it all balanced out, I guess. :) But for me, I think that environment was definitely the right way to go. Though, of course, I don't have anything to compare it to.
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And your icon reminded me to go back to your post and snag a couple of the knitting icons (#s 12 and 15, I think). I'm crediting you in keywords, of course. They're lovely.
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I can't imagine college with computers and email. The whole experience would be completely different. When I was in school there was a computer lab with about 20 DOS boxes running Word Perfect 4.2 (for a 1200 student school). Otherwise, it was BYOTypewriter. Senior year, my uncle gave me his Radio Shack TRS-80, which was a *big* deal. OMG I am OLD! Hee!
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Otherwise, it was BYOTypewriter. Senior year, my uncle gave me his Radio Shack TRS-80, which was a *big* deal.
Ha! My parents packed me off to college with one of those newfangled portable electric typewriters that had some crazy amount of memory like 50MB and a drive for a 3 1/2" floppy. When I typed faster than the spell check, the whole thing froze up. And, of course, to print, it typed everything out on a daisy wheel. A twenty-page paper took about an hour, and it was loud as hell. Good times.
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OK, you're just making this stuff up now!
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