Seminar was, as usual, so very fascinating. And by 'fascinating,' I mean dull as death. I got three paragraphs of a fic (which will never see the light of day because ohmigod-so-cliched and OTP-y) written because I needed something to concentrate on in between reading passages that we were discussing because the discussion was sooooooo boring. This woman has a knack for looking at me with this blank, idiotic stare whenever I say something, and the silence around me is so deafening that I end up stuttering because everyone is looking at me and I can't think and I'm trying to find a way to explain things so that she won't twist them around and make them sound idiotic when she repeats them. Death.
Fortunately, I then pinged off what I suggested for discussion and came up with the idea for my paper, so I spent the rest of the class searching for quotes and ideas for that, and continuing to pay attention with half an ear to the discussion. Ye gods, I hate that class.
Must now go figure out what the hell I'm doing for my part of the presentation on T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound this afternoon. This whole "let's each pick an aspect of the poems to discuss" thing just doesn't work for me - with three of us, we're bound to repeat each other, or make each other look dense, or something. I hate group projects. Why can't professors just let us do this kind of thing individually???
Someday soon I really will post something at least mildly interesting again, I promise. Soon.
ETA: Oh, and Kari? Faramir!guy was there at the bus stop again today. Next Tuesday, you should come early to class with us so you can see him. Perhaps it's just in my head.... but I really think he looks like him. XD And, if it's added incentive for you, he always has his hair wet............ Curly gingery hair just past his shoulders, wet like he took a shower right before leaving. You know you want to see him!
Fortunately, I then pinged off what I suggested for discussion and came up with the idea for my paper, so I spent the rest of the class searching for quotes and ideas for that, and continuing to pay attention with half an ear to the discussion. Ye gods, I hate that class.
Must now go figure out what the hell I'm doing for my part of the presentation on T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound this afternoon. This whole "let's each pick an aspect of the poems to discuss" thing just doesn't work for me - with three of us, we're bound to repeat each other, or make each other look dense, or something. I hate group projects. Why can't professors just let us do this kind of thing individually???
Someday soon I really will post something at least mildly interesting again, I promise. Soon.
ETA: Oh, and Kari? Faramir!guy was there at the bus stop again today. Next Tuesday, you should come early to class with us so you can see him. Perhaps it's just in my head.... but I really think he looks like him. XD And, if it's added incentive for you, he always has his hair wet............ Curly gingery hair just past his shoulders, wet like he took a shower right before leaving. You know you want to see him!
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Date: 2005-01-18 11:32 pm (UTC)*hugs*
PS I want to see the Faramir guy too! (think you could somehow sneak a picture of him, or would that just be waaaaay too stalky)
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Date: 2005-01-19 01:04 am (UTC)I so wish I could get a picture of this guy, but I have a feeling that this poor fellow really doesn't want random weird!chick snapping a photo of him while he tries to get on the bus first thing in the morning. It's possible I could pull it off as a project for an art class or something, but I just don't have that kind of guts, I don't think. ;)
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Date: 2005-01-19 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-19 03:32 am (UTC)