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| My job has ended! I gave a great presentation on phytohormones and wood growth and turned in my 20 page paper.
And most happily, I got my second-to-last check without "my" professor's approval, and my last check will be coming after the program director asks the professor about the idiocy (he'll be nice, I think).
Almost as happily, the program director and the coordinator both agree that I should reply to the professor's latest e-mail by politely asking her to fuck off. I just sent this e-mail; after all, I follow the instructions of people I respect. As for the others, I'm a stubborn ass, but in this case, a ultimately happy one.
Will future employers be able to read my xanga posts? I hope not.
Am I the last person to know the cephalapods (squid, octopuses [not octopi, because octopus is Greek instead of Latin]) are ridiculously intelligent for being squishy things? | | |
| My philosophy towards life is to disregard possible tenets for a philosophy towards life, possibly, or at least to be unsure about all of them.
Yesterday I found a frog on a lily pad (neither real) at a flea market.
I haven't been keeping up with my leisurely reading (ironic?), but I do think that Hegel is interesting and pleasant to read, and that Percy Shelley's "A Defence of Poetry" contains too many words with antient spellings. | | |
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Ignoring e-mails from a group member is not the best way to communicate occupation with other tasks
Ignoring communications in general is despicable
The little things that are easily noticeable contribute more to a person's overall impression than any sort of deep competence.
Also, I haven't use html coding in years, and it's nice that I remember how to make bullet points. Hopefully they show up on the page.
I have a funny thing for people and especially musical artists with the initials "JM." And after years, nearly a decade of listening to John Mayer, appreciating the tunes and eventually the lyrics, I finally, finally can say that I like his voice and that his songs would not be improved by replacing his voice with another. Quite a breakthrough.
Computer programming is something I can do, I decided. Someday, after I come back to college to study many other subjects in depth, I'll also try to understand computer science.
It's funny that I was sixteen four years ago; that's the length of a conventional college education. Lately I feel that I've lost some things, and it's a little threatening. I'll think about it later. | | |
| If you're ever assigned a 10-15 page group paper and feel bad for slacking off on the group presentation, DO NOT offer to write the entire paper for the sake of cohesive style and assume that your teammates will understand how to provide a "detailed outline" for a portion the paper, even if (maybe especially if) they are seniors in engineering. | | |
| Hello, everyone. I'm taking a literary theory class this semester. The reading material will be good; it covers a very long time period of literary theory, from Plato onwards. The term "literary theory" has not connected to any of my understandings yet. However, I am reading things, which is nice.
I have trouble narrating anything with good language unless it's persuasive or purposefully ridiculous. I'll be working on that.
Recently, I've had a recurring concern that I'm putting off doing fulfilling things for a promise of doing fulfilling things in the future. I most often feel this way in accounting class (but no more accounting after this semester!), because financial accounting last semester was the first class I've taken here that I couldn't justify as somehow strengthening, or enriching, or at least entertaining me. It would be terrible if there are several more classes like this required for a business degree, because then I would definitely be compromising something for a... a career promise, I suppose.
Hmmm. Well, to counter that concern, I'm going to take between 20 and 30 minutes each day to draw one of my hands, or read the second part of Proust, or learn to play the harmonica, or write something somewhere. | | |
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