I HATE WHEN I FUCKING LOSE MY TEXT.
V.2
Things can't be great when you're looking for a Mudvayne quote to paste in your journal. Gotta hand it to Mudvayne though: they rock, and Kud is a poet. A disturbed poet, sure, but it goes with the theme.
(Once again I'd like to interject that I hate losing text. Remembering what you wrote is never as sincere as when you first write it.)
I'm going to have to drop one or more classes, or I'm going to go nuts. Either it's going to be my Freshman Comp class (First Impressions of an English Professor: Did you just say, "Syllabuses"?) or Medieval/Renaissance Music History. Oh, what a wonderful day I had in that class today. Teacher didn't show up. 15 minutes into "class time" (Total absent-minded professor, we extend the 5 minute rule for him) we go to his office to see if he's in today.
"Hey, uh, Marc? Are you going to...teach us today?"
"Huh? What? :clueless look: :double-takes watch: Oh, yeah, sure. Good thing it's only a review day today, huh?"
Review day. Marc moved up our test a week, and is holding to that, despite the obvious showing that more than half of his class isn't ready (with under 10 students, that's really quite significant). It's two days from now. We're apparently "ahead of the lecture schedule." Except, hold on, no one knows what's going on. That's not a good sign. Maybe you shouldn't have plowed through Chapter 1 on the first day. I certainly would have liked to have heard some of it (late Add).
He's bad about this. I had him before for Intro to World Music. This is not the first test date that got mucked up because of bad lesson planning; neither is it the second. But it's "ok, you'll get through it." Welcome to the hallowed halls of Academia: short-term regurgitation over lifelong education. Yay.
:sighs: That's not nearly as concise and witty as the original. Fuck it, c'est la vie.
Lastly, is it too much to ask for a nice girl to fall into my lap? De prfrence nu, svp. Merci.
V.2
Things can't be great when you're looking for a Mudvayne quote to paste in your journal. Gotta hand it to Mudvayne though: they rock, and Kud is a poet. A disturbed poet, sure, but it goes with the theme.
(Once again I'd like to interject that I hate losing text. Remembering what you wrote is never as sincere as when you first write it.)
I'm going to have to drop one or more classes, or I'm going to go nuts. Either it's going to be my Freshman Comp class (First Impressions of an English Professor: Did you just say, "Syllabuses"?) or Medieval/Renaissance Music History. Oh, what a wonderful day I had in that class today. Teacher didn't show up. 15 minutes into "class time" (Total absent-minded professor, we extend the 5 minute rule for him) we go to his office to see if he's in today.
"Hey, uh, Marc? Are you going to...teach us today?"
"Huh? What? :clueless look: :double-takes watch: Oh, yeah, sure. Good thing it's only a review day today, huh?"
Review day. Marc moved up our test a week, and is holding to that, despite the obvious showing that more than half of his class isn't ready (with under 10 students, that's really quite significant). It's two days from now. We're apparently "ahead of the lecture schedule." Except, hold on, no one knows what's going on. That's not a good sign. Maybe you shouldn't have plowed through Chapter 1 on the first day. I certainly would have liked to have heard some of it (late Add).
He's bad about this. I had him before for Intro to World Music. This is not the first test date that got mucked up because of bad lesson planning; neither is it the second. But it's "ok, you'll get through it." Welcome to the hallowed halls of Academia: short-term regurgitation over lifelong education. Yay.
:sighs: That's not nearly as concise and witty as the original. Fuck it, c'est la vie.
Lastly, is it too much to ask for a nice girl to fall into my lap? De prfrence nu, svp. Merci.