**thunk** again.
Sep. 8th, 2009 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damkiannaHaving yesterday off is screwing me up so badly; I kept thinking today was Monday, and then somehow it had switched to today being Wednesday by midmorning.
Still, I managed to keep my brain from making me miss any classes. Audiology was another stunningly dull review, this time about the anatomy of the ear, which I remember pretty clearly from Speech and Hearing - it wasn't the professor's fault it was dull, she was awesome as always. I have to remember to get my HIPAA training done again; no way am I going to find the certification form from last year, so I might as well do it again.
World Lit was the second half of Gilgamesh, and then a bunch of Egyptian love poetry; the poetry was a mix of dirty, funny, and beautiful that really worked for me. Unfortunately, I don't have my book for that class yet - although it should be on its way soon - so I can't repost any for future reference for a while. Sadface! On the plus side, the discussion was mildly interesting, and I had the presence of mind to write down a whole bunch of the cliché bingo prompts I still haven't written snippets for in my notebook, so I got a fair amount of brainstorming done, if not a huge amount of actual writing. \o/
Cog-Neuro wasn't bad in an objective sense, but there's something about the hour-and-fifteen minute classes that gets to me; I usually lose the majority of my powers of concentration at about the hour mark, and spend the last fifteen minutes fidgeting and counting down the seconds under my breath. ... That's probably a habit I should break.
I bought a new ID card. It has become a ritual for me to lose my student ID at least once a year; this year, I started early. Rather than waiting for it to find its way back to me, as it has with kind of bewildering regularity in the past, I decided to go ahead and shell out the $15 for a new one - the magnetic strip on the old one was starting to wear and need more than one swipe to work, so it was probably time. It's very weird, having a new one. I'm not even a tiny bit photogenic, but the picture of me on the old one was so bad that even the lady taking the new photo told me that the new one was a lot better - and it is much better, despite the natural limit imposed by the fact that it's a picture of me. The old one was good for me in a lot of ways; awful enough in a strict sense to keep me humble, but at the same time, something I was weirdly proud of, because it was taken before the start of freshman year, at a point when I was just starting to think that I could maybe handle this whole "college" thing. But maybe it's fitting that now that I actually do have something of a handle on college, I should get a picture that's a little less representative of all that is awkward in me. Whatever, I am so overthinking this. It's just an ID card, self! :D
Anyway. We have a coloring book for Cog-Neuro, along with a normal textbook; we had a whole handful of assignments in it, and I spent most of this afternoon on them, after buying myself some colored pencils at the bookstore. It felt weirdly adult, to have a need for something, and go, without asking anybody or telling anybody or anything, to buy it for myself. Which is, again, making a bigger deal than necessary out of something relentlessly ordinary, but that seems to be the order of the day, here.
B is still driving me crazy, although it's starting to settle into the kind of holding pattern of eye-rolling that I remember from sophomore year and the beginning of last year. Her current thing is speaking with an Italian accent at random times, and insisting that she doesn't know she's doing it; maybe I'm just being awful and cynical and a terrible friend, but I feel like the odds of that being true are extremely low. I am slowly getting used to the amount of time she spends talking about how great she is at Italian and Portuguese, which is good. The only thing she's said lately that rubbed me the wrong way was a casual comment about feeling ~so Asian~ because she bought a few manga volumes at the bookstore and also had some kind of microwaveable teriyaki bowl waiting back at the room for dinner. **eyeroll** But other than that, it's all been much more tolerable.
Aaaaand now it's basically 11:30, and I have Human Cultures at 8:30 tomorrow, so.
Still, I managed to keep my brain from making me miss any classes. Audiology was another stunningly dull review, this time about the anatomy of the ear, which I remember pretty clearly from Speech and Hearing - it wasn't the professor's fault it was dull, she was awesome as always. I have to remember to get my HIPAA training done again; no way am I going to find the certification form from last year, so I might as well do it again.
World Lit was the second half of Gilgamesh, and then a bunch of Egyptian love poetry; the poetry was a mix of dirty, funny, and beautiful that really worked for me. Unfortunately, I don't have my book for that class yet - although it should be on its way soon - so I can't repost any for future reference for a while. Sadface! On the plus side, the discussion was mildly interesting, and I had the presence of mind to write down a whole bunch of the cliché bingo prompts I still haven't written snippets for in my notebook, so I got a fair amount of brainstorming done, if not a huge amount of actual writing. \o/
Cog-Neuro wasn't bad in an objective sense, but there's something about the hour-and-fifteen minute classes that gets to me; I usually lose the majority of my powers of concentration at about the hour mark, and spend the last fifteen minutes fidgeting and counting down the seconds under my breath. ... That's probably a habit I should break.
I bought a new ID card. It has become a ritual for me to lose my student ID at least once a year; this year, I started early. Rather than waiting for it to find its way back to me, as it has with kind of bewildering regularity in the past, I decided to go ahead and shell out the $15 for a new one - the magnetic strip on the old one was starting to wear and need more than one swipe to work, so it was probably time. It's very weird, having a new one. I'm not even a tiny bit photogenic, but the picture of me on the old one was so bad that even the lady taking the new photo told me that the new one was a lot better - and it is much better, despite the natural limit imposed by the fact that it's a picture of me. The old one was good for me in a lot of ways; awful enough in a strict sense to keep me humble, but at the same time, something I was weirdly proud of, because it was taken before the start of freshman year, at a point when I was just starting to think that I could maybe handle this whole "college" thing. But maybe it's fitting that now that I actually do have something of a handle on college, I should get a picture that's a little less representative of all that is awkward in me. Whatever, I am so overthinking this. It's just an ID card, self! :D
Anyway. We have a coloring book for Cog-Neuro, along with a normal textbook; we had a whole handful of assignments in it, and I spent most of this afternoon on them, after buying myself some colored pencils at the bookstore. It felt weirdly adult, to have a need for something, and go, without asking anybody or telling anybody or anything, to buy it for myself. Which is, again, making a bigger deal than necessary out of something relentlessly ordinary, but that seems to be the order of the day, here.
B is still driving me crazy, although it's starting to settle into the kind of holding pattern of eye-rolling that I remember from sophomore year and the beginning of last year. Her current thing is speaking with an Italian accent at random times, and insisting that she doesn't know she's doing it; maybe I'm just being awful and cynical and a terrible friend, but I feel like the odds of that being true are extremely low. I am slowly getting used to the amount of time she spends talking about how great she is at Italian and Portuguese, which is good. The only thing she's said lately that rubbed me the wrong way was a casual comment about feeling ~so Asian~ because she bought a few manga volumes at the bookstore and also had some kind of microwaveable teriyaki bowl waiting back at the room for dinner. **eyeroll** But other than that, it's all been much more tolerable.
Aaaaand now it's basically 11:30, and I have Human Cultures at 8:30 tomorrow, so.
