Wednesday, September 04, 2002
 

Ok. I was going to be Ms. Courage and be really vocal in Southern lit today. That was goal #1. #2 is that I would haul my little fanny back here posthaste after class, make myself a nice, healthy Boca burger, and read, read, read for modernism.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

#1: Southern lit prof really likes to hear himself talk. A lot. As in, he reads a lengthy passage from Geertz or whoever and then discourses on it. Then he flings out a question (to which he is already certain of the answer) and lets someone answer it. He then tells the person that s/he is wrong and proceeds (at some length) to explain why. If he even bothers to ask us our opinion. Don't get me wrong; I like him. And this method has some pluses-- A), we don't have to sustain the dicussion for 2 1/2 hours, and B), it means that we actually have some clue what's going on with the critical reading. I had two points, and he never gave space for me to make them. I attacked him on one point during the break, though, so hopefully I'll get credit for that, at least. And it's probably best that I didn't get the opportunity to get started on intentionality, which is a huge issue for me (loser nerdbucket that I am).

#2: Class gets out. It's after 6:30. I ate a NutriGrain bar at 2:00, and that's long gone. Someone says, "Hey, we're going to get Mexican, wanna come?" Who am I to be antisocial and say no? Besides, I'm famished. So now it's 8:36, and I have just returned to my apartment, full of decidedly nonhealthy Mexican (I get the vegitarian plate, so I guess I can pretend it was healthy-- except for, oh, all that cheese), practically hoarse from shouting across tables (we were outside, which didn't help), and smushed for riding more or less in someone's lap on the way back to my apartment. And I smell pleasantly of smoke, which seems to be in my hair (meaning resolution #3, skipping shower to save time, ain't gonna happen, neither).

I had a good time, but I doubt this little outing will significantly enhance my performance in modernism tomorrow. However, one of my classmates who was there tonight hasn't actually started any of the critical reading (or Heart of Darkness, which was actually due last week), so I guess I'm not entirely in last place (just mostly).

On that note . . .

Elvisette philosophized at 8:44 PM