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Sep. 2nd, 2004 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Indeed, I'm not as much of a wreck as I was the other night. Wheewie!
So I've made an appointment to see someone again, and I'm through with putting up with these dark and gloomy spells. They suggested I go on meds and I intend to. It's too much for a greenie to handle without. Yuuuck. Enough's enough. If it gets my emotional state on an even keel, cool.
On to the fun stuff!
Classes, aaaah classes. The first two of the autumn term went over today. Eight this morning, oh joy. Introduction to language study, which appears as though it's going to be drier than the Chilean desert in high summer. At least the professor understands his subject matter. Try this: We walk in and there's a quiz sitting there, relatively short but still... on the proper uses of "lay" and "lie". And we then proceeded to pick apart the reasons for why people wrote what they did. The idea of mixing formal and conversational language styles is an interesting one, but I'm thinking social order and he's thinking grammar book. Clash of disciplines anyone?
thankfully the second of the day wasn't nearly so... predictable? Logical? Any number of things really. Introduction to mass communication, which speaks loudly and clearly to the international broadcaster and the journalism major in me. I couldn't tell you our prof's age, but just from the *sound* of him and the way he interacts with his students, not to mention his telling us right off that he could be anything from Dr. Cassidy to Bill so long as it wasn't obscene, leads me to believe that he's going to be dynamic and fascinating. I label myself bizarre here but oh well--I draw a comparison between William Cassidy and William Boroughs.
Unfortunately it's mainly American media based, but at least it's current issues and modern trends only. As much as I adore history, I won't be broadcasting to the 1940's... unless audio only time travel is invented... ooooh! Now *there's* a concept! *cough* never mind. :)
Whoo oh! Adventures in dinner retrieval! So it's around five tonight, and my friend from next door and I decide ok, we've been yakking about how classes went for both of us and we need to eat, so: let's go get pizza at Prairie Cafe. This is a normal thing, we do it all the time... solo. We've never tried traveling together. Reason being I can navigate it fine if I take my cane along, I can balance what I get without too many mishaps. Julie has cerebral palsy and has balance difficulties quite badly. She can carry whatever she gets but she's careful where and how she places her feet.
Put the pair of us together and you have me not taking my cane since I'd be walking with Julie, and her leading me throwing off her stride. So it's both of us with pizza and breadsticks and soda, (and chocolate, gotta have the chocolate of course) and we look at each other standing in the cash register line and we're like, "Um...? How're we gonna walk home?"
We ended up traveling *very* slowly back and continuously bumping elbows to keep contact so I didn't walk into any wall supports and she didn't fall down. We make it to the elevator, taken to avoid her having to walk long distances and me to avoid twists and turns in the basement of the hall. We get to our floor and I'm walking to my door, I miss and *crunch* I *hit* the thing! Oof. Dang. The crunch, might I add, was the styrafoam of the plate the pizza was on acquiring a crack where it got squished. Whoops! Luckily for me it didn't shatter and I was able to get inside and eat. But whoo oh! Whew! One heck of an adventure. I told Julie I'd post this here, so here it is.
And tonight, of course, was the president's "big speech" to the Republican national convention. I tuned in if only for the opportunity to be the cynic that I am and snap back at the TV. Er... never mind again. Forgive that last, I said i wouldn't drag politics in here, and I won't. All I'll say is it got too darn loud and annoying and I switched it off part way in.
tomorrow I have only one class, at not a terribly terrible hour and besides it's cross-cultural communication which is bound to be interesting. Diversity and cultural interaction, ooooh! Right up my thermal, as T'hvan would say.
Spammed enough?
So I've made an appointment to see someone again, and I'm through with putting up with these dark and gloomy spells. They suggested I go on meds and I intend to. It's too much for a greenie to handle without. Yuuuck. Enough's enough. If it gets my emotional state on an even keel, cool.
On to the fun stuff!
Classes, aaaah classes. The first two of the autumn term went over today. Eight this morning, oh joy. Introduction to language study, which appears as though it's going to be drier than the Chilean desert in high summer. At least the professor understands his subject matter. Try this: We walk in and there's a quiz sitting there, relatively short but still... on the proper uses of "lay" and "lie". And we then proceeded to pick apart the reasons for why people wrote what they did. The idea of mixing formal and conversational language styles is an interesting one, but I'm thinking social order and he's thinking grammar book. Clash of disciplines anyone?
thankfully the second of the day wasn't nearly so... predictable? Logical? Any number of things really. Introduction to mass communication, which speaks loudly and clearly to the international broadcaster and the journalism major in me. I couldn't tell you our prof's age, but just from the *sound* of him and the way he interacts with his students, not to mention his telling us right off that he could be anything from Dr. Cassidy to Bill so long as it wasn't obscene, leads me to believe that he's going to be dynamic and fascinating. I label myself bizarre here but oh well--I draw a comparison between William Cassidy and William Boroughs.
Unfortunately it's mainly American media based, but at least it's current issues and modern trends only. As much as I adore history, I won't be broadcasting to the 1940's... unless audio only time travel is invented... ooooh! Now *there's* a concept! *cough* never mind. :)
Whoo oh! Adventures in dinner retrieval! So it's around five tonight, and my friend from next door and I decide ok, we've been yakking about how classes went for both of us and we need to eat, so: let's go get pizza at Prairie Cafe. This is a normal thing, we do it all the time... solo. We've never tried traveling together. Reason being I can navigate it fine if I take my cane along, I can balance what I get without too many mishaps. Julie has cerebral palsy and has balance difficulties quite badly. She can carry whatever she gets but she's careful where and how she places her feet.
Put the pair of us together and you have me not taking my cane since I'd be walking with Julie, and her leading me throwing off her stride. So it's both of us with pizza and breadsticks and soda, (and chocolate, gotta have the chocolate of course) and we look at each other standing in the cash register line and we're like, "Um...? How're we gonna walk home?"
We ended up traveling *very* slowly back and continuously bumping elbows to keep contact so I didn't walk into any wall supports and she didn't fall down. We make it to the elevator, taken to avoid her having to walk long distances and me to avoid twists and turns in the basement of the hall. We get to our floor and I'm walking to my door, I miss and *crunch* I *hit* the thing! Oof. Dang. The crunch, might I add, was the styrafoam of the plate the pizza was on acquiring a crack where it got squished. Whoops! Luckily for me it didn't shatter and I was able to get inside and eat. But whoo oh! Whew! One heck of an adventure. I told Julie I'd post this here, so here it is.
And tonight, of course, was the president's "big speech" to the Republican national convention. I tuned in if only for the opportunity to be the cynic that I am and snap back at the TV. Er... never mind again. Forgive that last, I said i wouldn't drag politics in here, and I won't. All I'll say is it got too darn loud and annoying and I switched it off part way in.
tomorrow I have only one class, at not a terribly terrible hour and besides it's cross-cultural communication which is bound to be interesting. Diversity and cultural interaction, ooooh! Right up my thermal, as T'hvan would say.
Spammed enough?
