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Jan. 18th, 2005 10:32 pmSo, the windchill was at -2 today. What did my roommate do? Open her window. Now I have a cough. Coincidence?
Of course, it could also have something to do with my hair freezing as I left this morning.
I had a really good day today. Tuesdays I have class from 10:30-4:30, with a film screening after that, so it's basically like high school all over again. I've discovered that once a week, this is nice. I get to feel useful all day, and then slack off the next.
My french teacher is such a badass. She's so much better than my previous french teacher who, while very very nice and competent, was not a badass in the slightest. Maybe the new teacher paid attention when I wrote "Verbal abuse and constant threats" under "What do you think makes a good language instructor?" on the form she distributed at the beginning of the year. But I tend to think she's naturally a badass. I turned in this lame essay and she not only wrote "This will have to be longer" on it, she also started nitpicking my plot. Okay, I guess it was more of a story than an essay. About you breaking your arm, Brad, although the circumstances are ficticious. Sorry, I had to sacrifice someone and your name was the shortest.
The people in my legal studies class ask the best questions. This also meant that we spent an hour and a half going over the basics of intellectual property. With a bit of international trade thrown in at their behest.
Film 101 is just lame. Film 101 would be the opposite of Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman. And that's about it.
Of course, it could also have something to do with my hair freezing as I left this morning.
I had a really good day today. Tuesdays I have class from 10:30-4:30, with a film screening after that, so it's basically like high school all over again. I've discovered that once a week, this is nice. I get to feel useful all day, and then slack off the next.
My french teacher is such a badass. She's so much better than my previous french teacher who, while very very nice and competent, was not a badass in the slightest. Maybe the new teacher paid attention when I wrote "Verbal abuse and constant threats" under "What do you think makes a good language instructor?" on the form she distributed at the beginning of the year. But I tend to think she's naturally a badass. I turned in this lame essay and she not only wrote "This will have to be longer" on it, she also started nitpicking my plot. Okay, I guess it was more of a story than an essay. About you breaking your arm, Brad, although the circumstances are ficticious. Sorry, I had to sacrifice someone and your name was the shortest.
The people in my legal studies class ask the best questions. This also meant that we spent an hour and a half going over the basics of intellectual property. With a bit of international trade thrown in at their behest.
Film 101 is just lame. Film 101 would be the opposite of Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman. And that's about it.
