So I found a place that can fix my baby (that'd be computer to the sane of you out there) in wellington. So I'm going in on tuesday to drop it off, and probably put down some obscenely huge deposit. But eventually I'll get it back(the computer, not the money). That would be really nice. Really really nice.
In other news, I am a total screw up. I have two papers due tomorrow. One is just a lab report (worth something like 20% of my total grade). The other is this stupid essay thing I've put zero effort into. You could even ask allan about it, if you knew him, and He'd tell you how totally crappy my BS draft was, since I sent it to him, and made him read it. I guess I'll be doing that this morning, then, huh?
Test on thursday night. had two last week- one in biometrics (which I passed, but barely) and one for mammal bio lab (which was open notes, and I have no idea how I did). The one this thrusday is for mammal bio lecture. I've got to actually study for it. I can't screw up.
I gave an oral presentation last week in lab. The people watching laughed, but I don't know if they were laughing with me, or *at* me. Ah well, hopefully I did ok on the damned thing. It was worth a whopping 1 or 2 percent of my total grade... um... yeah.
What else... Hmmm.. have to give a 7 minute seminar the week after break- so about two weeks from tomorrow... Oh, yeah! break is next week! so happy!
right then, movie time, I guess. I promise, those of you who care, I will be tracking down a computer with skype on it soon, really, to pick up messages left in the month plus since I made my screen pretty in a bad way.
j.
August 27, 2006
August 15, 2006
bleh kinda day.
Hmmm.. nothing much happening here. Mid-terms start next week, assignments have been handed in, roommates have changed. Computer's still not fixed, but at least I have the money to do it now.
I don't know. I mean. Ugh. The classes I'm taking this semester are... boring. Really really boring. And the instructors give assignments and things, then don't cover the info for them untill the day before they're due, or maybe a couple days after. How the heck are we supposed to do them right? And then they don't tell everyone the same time or place to turn them in, and... Ugh.
Pastry school is looking pretty good right now. I can deal with hot icky kitchens for 14 hours a day. This sitting on my butt in a boring lecture with someone who has no presence and just reads from the book is killing me.
Well, that and the re-re-relearning how to write an essay. Why the hell can't they just give us a style sheet? would it really kill them?
See, the problem with professorial types is that unlike real work, where you get halfway thru something you need to turn in, and the boss walks by and says "what the hell is that, that's not what I want" and you get to start over, you have to turn it in here first, and *then* eventually you get it back with the what the hell is this stuff all over it, and like a 2/10 for the grade. Because, for some odd reason, what people put down as what they want *never actually is* what they want. Bastards.
So yeah. Pastry school.
And did I mention I was running out of jeans?
ugh.
j.
I don't know. I mean. Ugh. The classes I'm taking this semester are... boring. Really really boring. And the instructors give assignments and things, then don't cover the info for them untill the day before they're due, or maybe a couple days after. How the heck are we supposed to do them right? And then they don't tell everyone the same time or place to turn them in, and... Ugh.
Pastry school is looking pretty good right now. I can deal with hot icky kitchens for 14 hours a day. This sitting on my butt in a boring lecture with someone who has no presence and just reads from the book is killing me.
Well, that and the re-re-relearning how to write an essay. Why the hell can't they just give us a style sheet? would it really kill them?
See, the problem with professorial types is that unlike real work, where you get halfway thru something you need to turn in, and the boss walks by and says "what the hell is that, that's not what I want" and you get to start over, you have to turn it in here first, and *then* eventually you get it back with the what the hell is this stuff all over it, and like a 2/10 for the grade. Because, for some odd reason, what people put down as what they want *never actually is* what they want. Bastards.
So yeah. Pastry school.
And did I mention I was running out of jeans?
ugh.
j.
August 2, 2006
wtf?
Right, so... not a lot of americans come to NZ for school. Like none. And even fewer stick around for more than a couple months. And the US, its people and habits make a really big easy target, right?
now, not to sound like a really whiney obnoxious american, or anything, but why on earth do the lecturers feel the overwhelming need to point out, each and every class, just how superior they are to anything done in the US? and usually with rather ill informed opinions? I don't mind a bit of good natured ribbing, I can deal with that.
but between the prof's taking pot shots (remember, big easy target, different measurement system, spelling, pronunciation, etc) and the idiot 17 year olds who hear my accent and start spewing (again, uninformed) oppinions about the US, and bush, and me as a person from the US, who therefore must have voted for bush (while wearing my repub. for voldy shirt, which really makes me wonder about the education received in NZ), I'm really getting sick of it.
Why the hell can't they bitch about the brittish for a while? or the french, or hell, those crazy whack-jobs just across the tasman? The biggest, easiest target is not always the best choice, and when you're trying to impress others, and look smart, hitting the same point over and over again, on the same big, easy target (think something a blind 2 year old could hit) you just look like an idiot.
This is where my father would say something like "they're just jealous", but I don't think that's really it. Scared maybe? Hmmmm...
j.
now, not to sound like a really whiney obnoxious american, or anything, but why on earth do the lecturers feel the overwhelming need to point out, each and every class, just how superior they are to anything done in the US? and usually with rather ill informed opinions? I don't mind a bit of good natured ribbing, I can deal with that.
but between the prof's taking pot shots (remember, big easy target, different measurement system, spelling, pronunciation, etc) and the idiot 17 year olds who hear my accent and start spewing (again, uninformed) oppinions about the US, and bush, and me as a person from the US, who therefore must have voted for bush (while wearing my repub. for voldy shirt, which really makes me wonder about the education received in NZ), I'm really getting sick of it.
Why the hell can't they bitch about the brittish for a while? or the french, or hell, those crazy whack-jobs just across the tasman? The biggest, easiest target is not always the best choice, and when you're trying to impress others, and look smart, hitting the same point over and over again, on the same big, easy target (think something a blind 2 year old could hit) you just look like an idiot.
This is where my father would say something like "they're just jealous", but I don't think that's really it. Scared maybe? Hmmmm...
j.
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