First Day Back
Jan. 10th, 2005 11:48 amSo I'm back.
I talked to David yesterday, he said 'thanks for the present. Was that your parents idea?' Can someone slap him?
But he did give me a lift into uni today, thus saving me the cold wait at the bus stop and 45 minute bus ride this morning. Unfortunately that was negated by listening to his self help tape that he got in California that made me want to remove my brain through my ears with a spork.
Fortunately he dropped me off at uni before continuing into town.
And then we have the Saga of the Essay in which I demonstrate amazing levels of patheticness while attempting to hand in my essay.
First, I go to Cornwallis to get the cover sheets, which I then take to Keynes to fill in. So far so good. Now I have to work out where to hand them in. I wander around and eventually find Stephen's office. Yay. But wait, nowhere for essays. I continue on. At one point I see Stephen heading to his office. Do I say "hello Stephen. I have my essay for you." Hah! No, I hide and hope he didn't see me.
So I'm back near the vending machines when I spot someone from my class. 'Yay' I think, 'he'll know what to do.' So I ask him where we hand in the essays, he looks confused and says there's a folder in Cornwallis. Now it's my turn to be confused since Stephen's office is here. I start to head out but before I leave Keynes I suddenly realise I know that guy from Latin not Western Christianity. So he now probably thinks I'm insane since we don't have essays for Latin.
I sit around the front of Keynes, hoping to see someone I know from the class. I think to myself I have three options. I could knock on Stephen's door and give the essay and books to him. I could ask in reception where his pigeon hole is. I could knock on the DSU door and ask Gill to help me. Of course I do none of these.
I sit a bit more, lamenting how screwed I am along with how unbelievably pathetic I'm being, when lo! It's Stephen! I see him go into reception and look like he's taking something from a wall. I realise that must be where the pigeon holes are, hiding out of sight! So I do my hiding trick again, then wait a while so I don't look too stupid and until there are enough people in reception to mean I'm not the centre of attention. Then I go in and put my essay and his books in the pigeon hole before hurrying out insanely proud of my accomplishments.
Or, feeling like I'm about to throw up.
Now I'm in Rutherford, having confirmed that I have a two hour seminar for Pre-Industrial England at 4. Also I have the dubious joy of chorus tonight until 9:30. I would like to just go back to the house and sleep after my seminar but I don't think I can since I pretty much made my parents agree to come to the concert and therefore should really go to rehearsals for it.
I talked to David yesterday, he said 'thanks for the present. Was that your parents idea?' Can someone slap him?
But he did give me a lift into uni today, thus saving me the cold wait at the bus stop and 45 minute bus ride this morning. Unfortunately that was negated by listening to his self help tape that he got in California that made me want to remove my brain through my ears with a spork.
Fortunately he dropped me off at uni before continuing into town.
And then we have the Saga of the Essay in which I demonstrate amazing levels of patheticness while attempting to hand in my essay.
First, I go to Cornwallis to get the cover sheets, which I then take to Keynes to fill in. So far so good. Now I have to work out where to hand them in. I wander around and eventually find Stephen's office. Yay. But wait, nowhere for essays. I continue on. At one point I see Stephen heading to his office. Do I say "hello Stephen. I have my essay for you." Hah! No, I hide and hope he didn't see me.
So I'm back near the vending machines when I spot someone from my class. 'Yay' I think, 'he'll know what to do.' So I ask him where we hand in the essays, he looks confused and says there's a folder in Cornwallis. Now it's my turn to be confused since Stephen's office is here. I start to head out but before I leave Keynes I suddenly realise I know that guy from Latin not Western Christianity. So he now probably thinks I'm insane since we don't have essays for Latin.
I sit around the front of Keynes, hoping to see someone I know from the class. I think to myself I have three options. I could knock on Stephen's door and give the essay and books to him. I could ask in reception where his pigeon hole is. I could knock on the DSU door and ask Gill to help me. Of course I do none of these.
I sit a bit more, lamenting how screwed I am along with how unbelievably pathetic I'm being, when lo! It's Stephen! I see him go into reception and look like he's taking something from a wall. I realise that must be where the pigeon holes are, hiding out of sight! So I do my hiding trick again, then wait a while so I don't look too stupid and until there are enough people in reception to mean I'm not the centre of attention. Then I go in and put my essay and his books in the pigeon hole before hurrying out insanely proud of my accomplishments.
Or, feeling like I'm about to throw up.
Now I'm in Rutherford, having confirmed that I have a two hour seminar for Pre-Industrial England at 4. Also I have the dubious joy of chorus tonight until 9:30. I would like to just go back to the house and sleep after my seminar but I don't think I can since I pretty much made my parents agree to come to the concert and therefore should really go to rehearsals for it.
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Date: 2005-01-11 01:26 pm (UTC)I miss you.
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Date: 2005-01-13 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-12 11:03 am (UTC)What are pigeon holes? I have this image of a pigeon sitting on a box with a hole in it and you have to ask the pigeon permission before putting in your essay. And at times the pigeon will make you answer a riddle first. But I really don't think that's it.
And you actually talked to a guy from class? Wow. See now I would do the opposite. I'd ask Stephen what to do before the guy from class. I have issues with my peers and not trusting them. My luck the guy would tell me the wrong place and the essay wouldn't be turned in to the right teacher and the other teacher who got my essay would wonder who the hell Jennifer is and what the fuck is she rambling on about. Or maybe I just hate my peers and think the worst of them.
Can I go to the seminar for Pre-Industrial England? It seems intresting. I want to go! You can go to chorus, bleh singing outloud with strangers. Any other seminars and/or lecture that might be intresting that I could sneak into with you? We could sit in the back and pass notes.
I'll slap David for you. It would be my pleasure. And then we could laugh and skip up to your room. And I keep talking because I don't really want to go. I miss you. Two months, eight days, eight hours, thirty-three minutes.
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Date: 2005-01-13 05:33 am (UTC)Hey
Yeah, we call our teachers by their names. They'd only be Professor Whatever if they actually were professors, but even then it's likely that we'd just call them their first name. (That's one of the things that bugs me in Harry Potter, you don't become a professor just by being a teacher, it's a title that you have to work for, like doctor.)
I like your pigeon holes better. And I'm not sure how to explain what they really are. They're really simple but every time I try it ends up sounding like something else. So just look instead: http://www.uwcsea.edu.sg/Senior%20House/images/gallery/FMSS/SS3.jpg I don't know why there's food in some of them but that's the basic idea.
Yeah, I talked to him. I think I scared him. He just said hi and I immediately pounced on him with questions because I knew I'd be too scared to otherwise. I don't trust my peers that much but I'd know if it was wrong cos I'd look for the teachers name. Also the essay has his name on too so hopefully it would end up in the right place.
You can if you want. I think it sounds horrible. I sat in the seminar wondering if I'd made a huge mistake. You could also come to Latin with me. Although sitting in the back and passing notes won't be possible cos the rooms are set out in a circle. (Tuesday's Latin, with it's low chairs and no tables feels more like a self help group than a class.)
Hehe, I like your plan. Your plan is a good plan. And I miss you too.
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Date: 2005-01-13 05:38 pm (UTC)Ah, to me that's a mailbox. We have them at school too, but it's our teachers mailbox. Normally they're in the office/administration or the teacher's room (like all the teacher's have a room, not the actual teacher's classroom).
At least you talked to him, I wouldn't have. Go you.
I still say it sounds cool. England intrests me greatly. Oh Latin! Yay!!! Hehe, self help group. Hehe. Sorry, I'm sleeping.
Yay. I like my plan too. I think I should do it.
I misses you.