1.09.2006

Last semester was my best semester in anything concerning a GPA that actually matters (i.e. all As in 4th grade? Who cares?). (That sentence is awkward because I know what I would say in French, but I can't think of a good English equivalent. This is getting to be the case more and more often. Imagine what I'll be like after I return from 2 semesters in Paris.) Here are my thoughts about Fall 05:

  • I'm so glad I have my advanced comp requirement fulfilled. I didn't like many aspects of my Judaism class, and the only reason I went to as many class sessions as I did was because of Talia. The lectures pretty much had nothing to do with the grade; our grade was based entirely on papers based on the readings. I'm glad I did go to class, because I learned a lot. But let's face it: I'm lazy. I just wouldn't have gone.
  • I got absolutely no feedback on my performance in my lit class until after Thanksgiving break. With two weeks left in the semester, I found that I had gotten an A on my presentation (roughly 1/3 of my grade). I was nervous about my participation; I made an effort to say at least one thing every class session, but who knows if it was ever an intelligent thing (hint: it wasn't). I spent 2.5 days on the huge take-home final, but towards the end my brain turned to oatmeal. I got an A in the class, but I didn't deserve it.
  • The other grade that I didn't deserve was my A- in my conversation class. I deserved an A. The class was below my level, and I wish I had taken it earlier. There were a total of 6 people in my class, and only 2 of us ever talked. I had the largest background in French, so I was able to talk somewhat intelligently about Paris suburbs and occupation of Algeria and politics and other things. Not sure why I got an A-. Poo on my TA.
  • I learned a lot in my linguistics class, but out of the microcosm of the class, the information is not useful. I can use first-order predicate logic to analyze sentences, but what good does this do me? My class was really interesting, though, and I'd take it again in a heartbeat.
  • My French linguistics class was too easy. It was like an introductory class. I liked going, though, because I could offer intelligent commentary without doing the reading. The textbook was written in English by non-native speakers, and it was still in the publishing stages (it hadn't been fully edited yet), so that was kind of a pain.
  • My civ class. It was average. I knew a lot of people in that class, and I participated a lot, so I guess that was good. I didn't do as much work as I should have, and my A- reflects that.


This coming semester, I'm registered for the following:
  • Cinema Studies: Black Women in Film
  • Cinema Studies: Animation
  • Intensive Catalan
  • Studies in Francophonie: Quebecois literature
  • French Studies: Film
  • French Studies: French Versions of America

Those last two are graduate sections that I have special permission to take. That makes me feel smart. Don't let anyone ever say that I'm not an elitist.

1.08.2006

Dream:
     I was at Rob's house, watching him fix some sort of electronic equipment. Maggie and Kali (sisters) came home from school and told us that Ben Folds was playing a half-hour concert at a Carl's Jr. restaurant. We all piled into the van, including his parents, and drove off to see him play.
     I went to Espresso Royale, and they had gotten an alcohol license. I debated between getting an Italian soda, a French soda, and a beer.
     I was invited to be an extra in a Chris Farley movie.

1.05.2006

Everyone remember how I purchased a shitty computer and how it had to be fixed like 8 bajillion times? I just got mail concerning a class-action lawsuit against Toshiba where I'm entitled to MONEY!!! because Toshiba is ass. Yay for me!

1.04.2006

I was at the library a few days ago, browsing the ethnic music section. I found a CD by a group called The Ukranians, and there are some (translated) lyrics I'd like to share with you:

from Madman
My friend is called Sasha
he fritters his time away
it's good that we met!

My neighbor drinks with me
maybe I'm in love with her!

1.03.2006

Remember how the dr thought I had hyperparathyroidism? And then more blood tests came back saying I didn't? Well, as it turns out, fucking McKinley thinks I'm a male born on 1/1/85. This means they might have tested the wrong blood. I got more drawn today, and I'm going back to this dr on Tuesday, so hopefully I'll find something out.

My dad had a second phone interview with a job in Seattle, and they want to fly him out there. This doesn't mean that he has the job, but it's a pretty good sign.

I'm somewhat frustrated, because statcounter.com doesn't show any links that lead people to my blog, nor any keywords. I want to know how people are finding this.

I had a raspberry margarita tonight because it's Margarita Monday.