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The Fantasmagorical 9 AM Revue
I can't believe I got up at 8 AM for that shit. A paltry, somewhat cumulative, 30-some question final exam in a morning class I hated from day one. One of the questions was seriously "who was the last leader of the Soviet Union, known for attempting to reform it but instead hastening its demise?". I've known that since 10th grade; this is not a question I expect to find on a final in my sophomore year of college. At least it was easy, I suppose. But damn. It figures that my most inconveniently timed final would be my last one too. I'm leaving Athens until January in about 9 hours. Haven't cleaned my room, haven't packed, but I have said most of my goodbyes. And even though I'm not dreading home quite as much as I was in June I still don't particularly want to go. The thought of leaving what has become my primary network of friends doesn't so much make me sad as it does make me...uncomfortable.
Since last night I was busy being social (which was cut unfortunately short because I needed to study for that dildo of an exam) I missed the AMA's. I know what you're thinking, who the hell watches the AMA's televised award shows anymore? As much as I hate to admit it Gagafever got the best of me; her performance last night was the first thing I looked up on youtube after getting out of my final. Loved the choreography, the burning piano, the bottle smashing, all that. Her voice seemed a bit uncharacteristically weak on "Bad Romance". Bit of a cold? Couldn't catch her breath? Probably just an off night. If she's gonna keep doing them though, Lady needs to work on her ballads. Gaga, you're a hell of a lot closer to Madonna than you are Aretha Franklin.
I'm hoping to land a seasonal job in Rockville mostly to keep myself busy, but having money will be nice. I've got some small debts to clear up, rent to pay starting in late March (steep rent, but it's a very nice house), and maybe a present or two for some people. Don't tell anyone but I've also got a bottle of the best thing an illiterate Russian peasant has ever created to share with some close friends. A date isn't set but I'm determined to get this done before January. One one hand I'm interested to see my high school friends drunk. On the other it's a little bit of Athens I'm bringing back with me.
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Ah well, at least I get to see my puppy babies*.
*They're not actually puppy babies, it's just what I call them. I love my dogs.
20 Manifestos:
It's going to be ... different.
Not that you don't know that. You just got me thinking about it.
Safe trip, Woozeh.
I got a temp job with my aunt. Gotta iron her laundry every day for 2 weeks. Ironing. Laundry. 2 weeks. Help.
are ya back yet?
is he back yet?
how about now?
Gadfly: fag
Nashe: How much does it pay? Sounds easy, its something I'm good at, I'll take that job off your hands.
Uno: Nope
Uno: Nope
Uno: Not at that time anyway; I got back around midnight.
Fag.
Aw. That video was too cute.
And even though I'm not dreading home quite as much as I was in June I still don't particularly want to go.
So, go somewhere else. When I left home at 18 I was pretty much done with it struck out on my own for the rest of my life other than for very short visits at times. I never even lived in the same areas they did.
I've learned to make my own booze, I can make forty bucks worth of booze for like five bucks.
Still buy the beer I drink though, my brand is still cheap and making your own beer is just too much work if you ask me.
And it's iffy as to how it is going to turn out.
iron her laundry every day for 2 weeks.
What in the fuck could anyone have that it would take two weeks to iron it?
The only time I ever use an iron is when I get the sewing machine out to make or repair something.
BTW, the fact that I like to use a sewing machine doesn't make me gay. Just independent of women. A hell of a lot of them don't even know how to use a sewing machine these days anyway.
Let alone know how to make some booze or a good soup.
O.o
"O.o"
I'll give you two homos something to "O.o" about..
Heterosexual Man!
It's a Canadian thang.
i'd hit it
Some nice young lady told me I looked like your very own Nancy Pelosi. Not exactly what I was lucking for, but I'm hey, I ain't 29 anymore.
It really is a nice surprise when you learn that college is ten times more work than high school and about one tenth the learning, isn't it? Most of my actual education the last four years has been outside the classroom. The rest of it, with a few exceptions, has been garbage.
I feel that there is a persistent laziness among college professors. In high school, the teacher stood in the front of the room and told you what was what, occasionally drawing from selected texts and asking for students' opinions but usually engaging in actual instruction.
In college, the professors ask endless questions about their unrealistically-extensive readings and solicit the uninformed thoughts of their nineteen-year-old students to illuminate the material rather than doing their jobs and actually teaching.
Isn't the whole point of our being there that we aren't yet educated and need to be taught?
I really don't like it.
Isn't the whole point of our being there that we aren't yet educated and need to be taught?
The point is to learn how to learn, how to research. That is taught by emphasizing extensive amounts of homework to provoke autodidactism, and then using questions, dialog and minimal lecturing.
If you want to get the most out of it you need to participate. Specifically, you should ask questions if you are interested in hearing your professor's take on the subject (beyond the lecture). Stir the pot a little.
Just a thought...
Lawdy, I hope this sets a precedent.
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