Thursday, October 15, 2015
Thursday Again?!
104
That was the grade I got on my test, including the extra credit. It feels dirty though, since the test was so easy that it was almost an insult.
I guess I shouldn't complain, I came in twenty-seven points above the class average. I probably could have taken the exam cold and done better than the hypothetical average student.
Venti
On my way into class this morning I stopped at Starbucks and got a venti decaf soy latte. It was too much coffee. (I usually get a grande.) I ended up tossing almost half of it.
I went to lecture and read the textbook as the instructor went over some of the frequently missed questions on the exam. He spent half an hour talking about six questions, but never handed the exams back so that people could see what they missed. Stupid, that. I could complain more about this, but what do I care? I'm crushing it, as the kids say. So I don't feel the need to get all up in arms about this beyond the generalized annoyance at stupidity. I need to get over that, being annoyed by stupid shit. It's held me back far too long, this stance I have against stupidity.
Home, Again
I came home, had a very early lunch of cheese and crackers and a bowl of Malt-O-Meal and watched some things online. I've recently started watching The Daily Show with Trevor Noah. I like him. He's a good replacement for Jon Stewart.
The cats are mad at me because I won't let them go outside. There's a crew here trimming the trees and curiosity may not kill the cat, but falling branches might. So they're inside for the afternoon and they don't like it one bit.
In the Future
Lynda Barry is teaching a week long workshop ("Writing the Unthinkable!") in July of next year and I'd like to take it. Registration has just opened and I'm seriously considering shelling out the dosh. It's not cheap, but it's Lynda Barry, my favorite cartoonist. Her stuff is beyond amazing.
Unfortunately, the workshop is in Rhinebeck New York, which is the kind of charming little country town that gives me nightmares. Still, I would be all day in the workshop, so it might not be that bad.
That was the grade I got on my test, including the extra credit. It feels dirty though, since the test was so easy that it was almost an insult.
I guess I shouldn't complain, I came in twenty-seven points above the class average. I probably could have taken the exam cold and done better than the hypothetical average student.
Venti
On my way into class this morning I stopped at Starbucks and got a venti decaf soy latte. It was too much coffee. (I usually get a grande.) I ended up tossing almost half of it.
I went to lecture and read the textbook as the instructor went over some of the frequently missed questions on the exam. He spent half an hour talking about six questions, but never handed the exams back so that people could see what they missed. Stupid, that. I could complain more about this, but what do I care? I'm crushing it, as the kids say. So I don't feel the need to get all up in arms about this beyond the generalized annoyance at stupidity. I need to get over that, being annoyed by stupid shit. It's held me back far too long, this stance I have against stupidity.
Home, Again
I came home, had a very early lunch of cheese and crackers and a bowl of Malt-O-Meal and watched some things online. I've recently started watching The Daily Show with Trevor Noah. I like him. He's a good replacement for Jon Stewart.
The cats are mad at me because I won't let them go outside. There's a crew here trimming the trees and curiosity may not kill the cat, but falling branches might. So they're inside for the afternoon and they don't like it one bit.
In the Future
Lynda Barry is teaching a week long workshop ("Writing the Unthinkable!") in July of next year and I'd like to take it. Registration has just opened and I'm seriously considering shelling out the dosh. It's not cheap, but it's Lynda Barry, my favorite cartoonist. Her stuff is beyond amazing.
Unfortunately, the workshop is in Rhinebeck New York, which is the kind of charming little country town that gives me nightmares. Still, I would be all day in the workshop, so it might not be that bad.
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