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It's snowing that little fine snow that means it's going to keep right on snowing for quite a while. Fortunately it isn't snowing heavily.
The French theater seminar looks like it could be interesting if I let it. The only thing is, I have to do a 20-30 minute presentation in French in April. Not thrilled about that, but that's what I get for being a grad student. The seminar is mixed undergrads and grad students, and I like the distribution of the final grade better for grad students. As opposed to having one paper count for 50% of the final grade, I get 20% for the presentation and 30% for the paper. Then there's the midterm and the final, which count for the other 50%.
Today I have Terminology and Computer Applications. I'm hoping I can more or less sleep through it (not literally, of course), because I've been making computers stand on their heads and spit nickels for most of my tenure as a secretary, and learning new applications isn't that difficult. Programming is a completely different kettle of fish; I still remember the program I wrote in C at Oberlin that took three weeks (two weeks overdue) because I couldn't get it to compile and couldn't find anything wrong with it. I got an A anyway, because the compiler was, in fact, the problem, but it was a lesson in "things involving computers don't always have an obvious reason for not working". I learned that one again when I was taking Solaris classes a couple of years ago and we spent two classes trying to get a backup to work.
Right. Anyway. I had a couple of interesting quasi-nightmares I haven't had in years, last night. One was a new twist on the "fall off a bridge in a car and know you're going to drown" one I had as a teenager. I was in a truck that lost its brakes and drove into a lake with the window open. The other was the one about having to get into a locker for which I can't remember the combination. Sometimes it's a gym locker, sometimes it's my high school band room locker, and sometimes it's my Oberlin mailbox. This time it was my high school gym locker. I've never had the "show up for school naked" nightmare, though.
I suppose I should make a grocery list and get the grocery shopping done, snow or no snow. I need protein.
The French theater seminar looks like it could be interesting if I let it. The only thing is, I have to do a 20-30 minute presentation in French in April. Not thrilled about that, but that's what I get for being a grad student. The seminar is mixed undergrads and grad students, and I like the distribution of the final grade better for grad students. As opposed to having one paper count for 50% of the final grade, I get 20% for the presentation and 30% for the paper. Then there's the midterm and the final, which count for the other 50%.
Today I have Terminology and Computer Applications. I'm hoping I can more or less sleep through it (not literally, of course), because I've been making computers stand on their heads and spit nickels for most of my tenure as a secretary, and learning new applications isn't that difficult. Programming is a completely different kettle of fish; I still remember the program I wrote in C at Oberlin that took three weeks (two weeks overdue) because I couldn't get it to compile and couldn't find anything wrong with it. I got an A anyway, because the compiler was, in fact, the problem, but it was a lesson in "things involving computers don't always have an obvious reason for not working". I learned that one again when I was taking Solaris classes a couple of years ago and we spent two classes trying to get a backup to work.
Right. Anyway. I had a couple of interesting quasi-nightmares I haven't had in years, last night. One was a new twist on the "fall off a bridge in a car and know you're going to drown" one I had as a teenager. I was in a truck that lost its brakes and drove into a lake with the window open. The other was the one about having to get into a locker for which I can't remember the combination. Sometimes it's a gym locker, sometimes it's my high school band room locker, and sometimes it's my Oberlin mailbox. This time it was my high school gym locker. I've never had the "show up for school naked" nightmare, though.
I suppose I should make a grocery list and get the grocery shopping done, snow or no snow. I need protein.
