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Sep. 23rd, 2003 07:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zana16Dinner was spectacularly good today in Talbot; my mouth is still burning from the spices. I just came from reassuring a firstyear about her prof; she said, "Is there anything I can do about a professor who assigns a 5-pg research paper two days before it's due?" and I said, "Does he have tenure?" so I had to explain about tenure and then finally I asked, "Is this Robert Hosmer by any chance?" and she says, "No, Coby," and I start to laugh and tell her, "Dude, there's nothing you can do with Coby." Coby being the dept chair who prides himself on bringing down the entire Government department GPA. So she's freaking out and I say, "You do know first-year grades don't count towards your GPA, right?" so she's calmer now. Then I was caught by another firstyear who needed me to decipher what her French teacher wrote on her homework. French 120 is having alot of problems, as I can tell from tutoring, and since most of it's grammar and I never learned grammar but just say what sounds right, I'm very little help to them.
In Astronomy this morning, the prof decided that to demonstrate Newton's second law, he was going to put on a bike helmet, climb on a rolly-cart (which had written on it in huge letters DO NOT STAND), and propel himself down the 4th-floor hallway by setting off a portable fire extinguisher for propulsion. Smith must have good insurance.
It rained Persians and Wolfhounds today. One can no longer type papers at Nielson (insert the nasty words I said here, when I had a paper due in 25 minutes and found I had to go over to the computer lab, wasting precious paper-writing minutes). History of Math we had in the Rare Book Room, trying to decipher cuneiform tablets. We were talking about where the best collections of these things are, and it used to be the Iraqi National Museum, because Iraq is the bleedin' cradle of civilization and where the Garden of Eden would have been, etc. And because my stupid bone-headed President didn't have the foresight to station guards to protect priceless treasures, and instead tried to make up for it by saying, well at least we guarded the oilfields, and has cheerfully bombed away ancient relics--and hey, some of it's the physical evidence of the Israelites, who are the founders of his religion too--well, anyways, I blame the Bush administration for most of the ills in the world. I do my fucking part to make the world a better place, and I (in general) follow the laws and I'm a freakin' pacifist so it's not like I'm a danger to anyone, but I try to live as best I can without exploiting people and with a social conscience, but I don't have his power and I consider it something bordering on evil to use that sort of power only for self-gain, and to enrich a bunch of already-rich old white men. Who, me? Bitter? Never.
Thursday we make abaci (plural of abacus, or at least we think so), which is kinda cool. And I've been playing around with the Greek notion of perfect numbers and found some cute things, so apparently Number Theory was not completely wasted on me.
Am reading The Dark is Rising sequence. It's really good. I don't want to stop and do homework reading. Ewww, homework.
In Astronomy this morning, the prof decided that to demonstrate Newton's second law, he was going to put on a bike helmet, climb on a rolly-cart (which had written on it in huge letters DO NOT STAND), and propel himself down the 4th-floor hallway by setting off a portable fire extinguisher for propulsion. Smith must have good insurance.
It rained Persians and Wolfhounds today. One can no longer type papers at Nielson (insert the nasty words I said here, when I had a paper due in 25 minutes and found I had to go over to the computer lab, wasting precious paper-writing minutes). History of Math we had in the Rare Book Room, trying to decipher cuneiform tablets. We were talking about where the best collections of these things are, and it used to be the Iraqi National Museum, because Iraq is the bleedin' cradle of civilization and where the Garden of Eden would have been, etc. And because my stupid bone-headed President didn't have the foresight to station guards to protect priceless treasures, and instead tried to make up for it by saying, well at least we guarded the oilfields, and has cheerfully bombed away ancient relics--and hey, some of it's the physical evidence of the Israelites, who are the founders of his religion too--well, anyways, I blame the Bush administration for most of the ills in the world. I do my fucking part to make the world a better place, and I (in general) follow the laws and I'm a freakin' pacifist so it's not like I'm a danger to anyone, but I try to live as best I can without exploiting people and with a social conscience, but I don't have his power and I consider it something bordering on evil to use that sort of power only for self-gain, and to enrich a bunch of already-rich old white men. Who, me? Bitter? Never.
Thursday we make abaci (plural of abacus, or at least we think so), which is kinda cool. And I've been playing around with the Greek notion of perfect numbers and found some cute things, so apparently Number Theory was not completely wasted on me.
Am reading The Dark is Rising sequence. It's really good. I don't want to stop and do homework reading. Ewww, homework.