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Monday, June 14, 2004

Classola... 

another fascinating day in the world of grad school. things were looking grim in the first class of the day, until he pulled a trick out of his hat. the key to teaching is a minimal focus on teaching and maximal entertainment. we were still learning, though, so it was all good. but it was some of that really cool fun stuff that isn't in the prescribed syllabus so it's "off the record." way fun. it's actually worth memorizing it so i can call people's bluffs and stuff.

massive break between classes. got some work done (i know, truly amazing), ate some junky trashy mexican fast food with friends (never a bad time), then we headed to the mall to waste time. as large as that mall is, it wasted all of an hour, tops. i guess when everyone is too poor to buy anything, it doesn't take too long to wander the whole thing. but being a mall walker would just be boring. there's something about walking too long in a mall that is tiring. and since we passed our exit and had to retrace back, we decided we deserved cookies. more time to waste, so we zoned on the tv at my place for another hour. next week we are being more proactive. we're packing DVDs and watching marathon-style at my place.

night class finally. it's kind of dry, although he breaks it up with some stories. i had time to update my school planner, my regular planner, write to-do lists, get rid of old post-its, and all kinds of stuff. sadly, it only wasted 15 minutes out of the 3 1/2 hours. thankfully, he could see that we were all getting restless, sped through the last little section, and let us out a little early. hallelujah.

so i'm still trying to figure out if i'm having another growth spurt. now my boobs are feeling weird. could they be growing? could i have just strained a muscle underneath them? should i have kept this to myself? (probably so.) oh well. unless something seriously goes awry before i see the doc, i don't think it's anything i need to talk to her about. especially since it would go something like this:
me: "hi, my boobs are feeling weird."
dr.: "ok, how so?"
me: "uh, i don't really know? just weird. like different."
dr.: "riiiiiiiight. so anyway, you're still alive and look fine, so off you go!"

ok, enough personal disclosure... probably too much even. off to tackle that to-do list.

P.S. Keep them in your prayers.


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