Day Two
this day was productive in some ways, and not so much in other ways. i'll just mention that i DID finish unpacking my room. the only thing left is putting up posters and stuff on the walls, and ever happens to be at wal mart at this very minute getting sticky tack for that. oh, also i still need to get rid of the boxes i packed stuff in. but they're empty at least. it's amazing how much more room it seems like we have in here. course, that's still a tiny amount of space.
btw, i am currently listening to a techno remix of ode to joy. weird. need i say more?
i totally freaked out about 5 minutes ago, when i got online to check on the sylabus for one of my classes. i accidentally looked at last semesters list first. for some reason one of them had a notice up, so i clicked on it. it said we had a macgamut assignment due on the 31st!!!! i was like, "AAAGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" but then i realized that it was jan 1st. whew. also i just found out that all of us in music literature with dr pitts are paying for three hours of credit, but the course only counts for 2 hours of credit for undergraduates. so supposedly i'm going to be able to get a one hour refund. buuuuuuuuuut, in my case, that would be perfect for sticking violin lessons into that slot and being all set to go!
oh, and speaking of being freaked out. i have officially developed my own fear and trembling for dr mann, or at least for the courses he teaches. just after hearing his intro to the class i practically got scared stiff at the descriptions of the amount of work we're going to have to do. i think the phrase he used most during our first day was, "and you will be expected to know..." and let me tell you, there was an extensive list. he even said that we should spend no less than 3 hours preparing for each class period. that's 6 hours a week!!!!!!! i fear that may be pyhysically impossible, even if i were that motivated. i guess i better get that motivated. bleh.
among other productive things of the day, i got a bunch of pictures burned onto cd's (mom, weren't you going to come and get them this evening????) and wrote an explication of my old poem. dr duncan couldn't figure it out either. ;-P i just wish i'd written it earlier before i forgot half of the things i'd originally intended.
well, tonight i'm going to do an amazing thing and get to bed at a decent hour. "see you" tomorrow. maaaan, i've been noticing it is harder to find funny stories to tell when i'm going to class than when i'm at work. actually, it shouldn't be that way. hmmmmmm. i'll have to be on the look out. well there is one thing. nope, that isn't going on here. guess you'll just have to wait.
fillip \FIL-uhp\, noun:1. A snap of the finger forced suddenly from the thumb; a smart blow.2. Something serving to rouse or excite; a stimulus.3. A trivial addition; an embellishment
transitive verb:1. To strike with the nail of the finger, first placed against the ball of the thumb, and forced from that position with a sudden spring; to snap with the finger.2. To snap; to project quickly.3. To urge on; to provide a stimulus, by or as if by a fillip.
"If any one in Mirgorod gives him a neckerchief or underclothes, he returns thanks; if any one gives him a fillip on the nose--he returns thanks then also." --Nikolai Gogol, "The Tale of How Ivan Ivanovich Quarrelled with Ivan Nikiforovich"
btw, i am currently listening to a techno remix of ode to joy. weird. need i say more?
i totally freaked out about 5 minutes ago, when i got online to check on the sylabus for one of my classes. i accidentally looked at last semesters list first. for some reason one of them had a notice up, so i clicked on it. it said we had a macgamut assignment due on the 31st!!!! i was like, "AAAGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" but then i realized that it was jan 1st. whew. also i just found out that all of us in music literature with dr pitts are paying for three hours of credit, but the course only counts for 2 hours of credit for undergraduates. so supposedly i'm going to be able to get a one hour refund. buuuuuuuuuut, in my case, that would be perfect for sticking violin lessons into that slot and being all set to go!
oh, and speaking of being freaked out. i have officially developed my own fear and trembling for dr mann, or at least for the courses he teaches. just after hearing his intro to the class i practically got scared stiff at the descriptions of the amount of work we're going to have to do. i think the phrase he used most during our first day was, "and you will be expected to know..." and let me tell you, there was an extensive list. he even said that we should spend no less than 3 hours preparing for each class period. that's 6 hours a week!!!!!!! i fear that may be pyhysically impossible, even if i were that motivated. i guess i better get that motivated. bleh.
among other productive things of the day, i got a bunch of pictures burned onto cd's (mom, weren't you going to come and get them this evening????) and wrote an explication of my old poem. dr duncan couldn't figure it out either. ;-P i just wish i'd written it earlier before i forgot half of the things i'd originally intended.
well, tonight i'm going to do an amazing thing and get to bed at a decent hour. "see you" tomorrow. maaaan, i've been noticing it is harder to find funny stories to tell when i'm going to class than when i'm at work. actually, it shouldn't be that way. hmmmmmm. i'll have to be on the look out. well there is one thing. nope, that isn't going on here. guess you'll just have to wait.
fillip \FIL-uhp\, noun:1. A snap of the finger forced suddenly from the thumb; a smart blow.2. Something serving to rouse or excite; a stimulus.3. A trivial addition; an embellishment
transitive verb:1. To strike with the nail of the finger, first placed against the ball of the thumb, and forced from that position with a sudden spring; to snap with the finger.2. To snap; to project quickly.3. To urge on; to provide a stimulus, by or as if by a fillip.
"If any one in Mirgorod gives him a neckerchief or underclothes, he returns thanks; if any one gives him a fillip on the nose--he returns thanks then also." --Nikolai Gogol, "The Tale of How Ivan Ivanovich Quarrelled with Ivan Nikiforovich"
posted by quirky at 7:10 PM
2 Comments:
house showing is no fun.
hmmm, i'm definitely interested to know about what mike and evan were doing. miss you too!
house showing is stressful.
and i know about what technically is the standard amount of study. but if i practice and sleep (which i do intend to do those things) i don't know if i can manage that much for every class. i guess i'll have to make it work for that class thougb.
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