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Dec. 6th, 2004 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hopefulnebulaOK. I have a little time to sit down between now and choir so I'll regale you with tales of idiocy.
One thing I loathe about Psych is that I'm surrounded by dumb jocks (at least half of whom are Dekes, incidentally). We take the class in a comp lab, right? We had work time today and the guy in front of me (who, I'll have you know, is the only one of them who isn't a *total* Neanderthal) spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what an independent variable is. Not what the independent variable for this particular assignment was, mind you. How did he get to college and not know this sort of thing?
Poli Sci deserves a mention here even though there was no real dumbassitude. It's just stupid.
It didn't rain today. Just kind of fizzled; the moisture in the air was barely noticable. Yet somehow I counted five people who were huddled under their umbrellas as if it were a downpour.
To the idiot in the pickup truck who was going 50 down Walnut Street this afternoon: fuck you. To the imbecile who stopped at the corner at Walnut and... somewhere... (the one by Norton), waved me into the street, and once I was two steps in, gave me a creepy little wave and sped away: see "idiot in pickup truck," above.
French today... This is my head. This is my desk. This is a head-shaped dent in my desk. First off, the prof reminds me of DeMarie even more now. It's only natural that she'd only even mention the subjunctive two weeks before the end of term. But that's not the point. We all know the subjunctive or at least we should. Part of the class went like this (we were creating example sentences with the subjunctive):
Girl: Jeanne D'Arc cherche un homme qui le Dauphin [Joan of Arc searches for the man who the crown prince].
Prof: *blank stare* Yes, but where is the verb?
Girl: *silent*
Prof: *sighing* You're missing a word. What's the verb in the sentence?
Girl: *still silent* .... um...um... cherche?
Prof: No, that's already in the sentence. What are you using in the subjunctive?
Girl: Oh. *cricket chirps* Um... soit?
Prof: Good. Now put it all together...
Girl: Jeanne d'Arc cherche un homme qui soit le Dauphin [Joan of Arc searches for the man who is the crown prince].
Me: *headdesk*
I'll write more later. Don't wanna go to choir but I have to. And we're singing Adeste Fidelis so it's all good. Though I don't think the sopranos think so, not with the crap they have to go through in this arrangement. Sweet, sweet revenge.
One thing I loathe about Psych is that I'm surrounded by dumb jocks (at least half of whom are Dekes, incidentally). We take the class in a comp lab, right? We had work time today and the guy in front of me (who, I'll have you know, is the only one of them who isn't a *total* Neanderthal) spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what an independent variable is. Not what the independent variable for this particular assignment was, mind you. How did he get to college and not know this sort of thing?
Poli Sci deserves a mention here even though there was no real dumbassitude. It's just stupid.
It didn't rain today. Just kind of fizzled; the moisture in the air was barely noticable. Yet somehow I counted five people who were huddled under their umbrellas as if it were a downpour.
To the idiot in the pickup truck who was going 50 down Walnut Street this afternoon: fuck you. To the imbecile who stopped at the corner at Walnut and... somewhere... (the one by Norton), waved me into the street, and once I was two steps in, gave me a creepy little wave and sped away: see "idiot in pickup truck," above.
French today... This is my head. This is my desk. This is a head-shaped dent in my desk. First off, the prof reminds me of DeMarie even more now. It's only natural that she'd only even mention the subjunctive two weeks before the end of term. But that's not the point. We all know the subjunctive or at least we should. Part of the class went like this (we were creating example sentences with the subjunctive):
Girl: Jeanne D'Arc cherche un homme qui le Dauphin [Joan of Arc searches for the man who the crown prince].
Prof: *blank stare* Yes, but where is the verb?
Girl: *silent*
Prof: *sighing* You're missing a word. What's the verb in the sentence?
Girl: *still silent* .... um...um... cherche?
Prof: No, that's already in the sentence. What are you using in the subjunctive?
Girl: Oh. *cricket chirps* Um... soit?
Prof: Good. Now put it all together...
Girl: Jeanne d'Arc cherche un homme qui soit le Dauphin [Joan of Arc searches for the man who is the crown prince].
Me: *headdesk*
I'll write more later. Don't wanna go to choir but I have to. And we're singing Adeste Fidelis so it's all good. Though I don't think the sopranos think so, not with the crap they have to go through in this arrangement. Sweet, sweet revenge.
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Date: 2004-12-06 11:57 pm (UTC)A bit like my day, but now with 57% more assorted assholery!
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Date: 2004-12-06 11:59 pm (UTC)Who? Who? My guess -- Audrey.
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Date: 2004-12-07 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-07 01:23 am (UTC)Those pesky verbs...
Date: 2004-12-07 04:08 pm (UTC)