Iiiit's a smaaall world aaaafter aaaall
Grad school is going to kill me. Complication follows complication and it's
making me want to take a leave of my senses. Add to that the fact that I am
now a teaching administrative assistant. Plus my real job. Plus the shitload of
work that Derek, then Louise, dumped on my and my classmate's shoulders
today. Plus negotiating my interview schedule with a man too French to
function. Plus thesis. Plus . . . plus . . .
So don't surprise me or make any sudden movements or loud noises around me. I'm stressed out and I might stab you with something
pointy.
I'm temporarily taking a leave of my sanity and consuming a large bowl of
Breyer's Heavenly Hash ice cream whilst renaming my music files.
On an interesting note, today's classes were -- interesting. I'm totally
FUCKED for both of them, which is almost funny. Derek ran into me in the
elevator and was INCREDIBLY nice to me. He then spent the entire class being
crazy, which left me laughing hysterically on the inside and freaking out at
the same time. He's definitely a nutjob. Another interesting point is that,
in the class of twelve or so, three of us are LCI class of 2001. How fucked
up is that? One of the LCI people is a girl who moved in the same circles
with me back in the day, although we were never really close -- Karen. She
goes to Guelph, but has stayed in town this year to get some visiting
credits. Weird. The other guy is this dude I remember disliking severely in
high school, Hadaf. Luckily, all my other classmates hate him too, for being
a total idiot in their other classes. He's trying desperately to show the
world that he is an anthropologist, but what he spouts makes it painfully
clear that an anthropologist is exactly what he isn't. And he committed
academic suicide, as Amanda said, by arguing with one of the more famous and
influential of Carleton's professors. He even interrupted Derek at one point
to snottily ask, "and where did YOU go to grad school?" Derek (and you have
to admire the old dude) tossed over his shoulder, "HARVARD," and went on with
what he was doing. Man, you shoulda seen the faces of the people in the class
who KNOW this professor. I would never have done that, as much as I dislike
him. I do kind of respect him, after all.
Louise's class was another adventure. She really terrifies me, although I
think one of the reasons she acts towards me the way she does is because she
has absolutely no idea what to DO with me. That's one of the pains of having
an amazingly original thesis idea. *buffs fingernails on Wild Cats jersey,
purchased by stupid boyfriend who is in MARKHAM* Amanda and I spent all three
hours of Louise's class knowing that we were going to be academically MURDERED
in the near future -- which reminds me -- I have a PRESENTATION next week.
*insert FOOOOOM! as Ally's head explodes*
Posted by Ally at January 11, 2005 09:24 PM