Stoner
So the kid walked into class late...after I'd already left a note for the students to let them know I'd be a few minutes late because of a fire that broke out along the interstate and slowed traffic to a crawl. I've only smelled pot...like...twice in my life (thank you Dave Matthews concert 2001), but it was very sickly, sweetly obvious that he wreaked of weed. When the 40-year-old wild child that sits near him in the back got bug-eyed as he walked past, I knew I was dead right. I pulled him out into the dept. head's office after he finished his quiz and relieved him of his place in class for the evening. He tried to say it was his ride to school that was smoking it, but I told him I didn't give a fuck (in not quite so many words) and to keep his stinky ass at home the next time he felt the need to spark one during my class. Shitheads. Just call me Buzzkill...Andi Buzzkill.
On TV: Some gawd-awful Toby Keith video
Music: Broken, Seether
Saw today: The 40 Year Old Virgin...again!!!
In my head: Big smiles and excellent weather.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
What a funky week....
What a Week!
Sorry I haven't been around more this week. I would've preferred blogging to two class presentations this week. The first one was in my Oral Tradition class. It's a very laid back group, so it was a fun experience. I was supposed to do it last week, but with my uncle's funeral and all, it was impossible to get the work done by Tuesday.
The other presentation was for my Research Methods class, and it was over the critical term, "Performance." I handed out lil pictures and descriptions (most of them humorous or off-color or just plain weird) and asked the members of the class to explain why that would be performance. Example: The professor ended up with a picture of Tim Curry in his barely-there leather and chains from The Rocky Horry Picture Show. It got everyone talking and I didn't have to do as much talking. Yay!
Gotta go to work, but I'll be back later to tell you all about the student that showed up to class smelling of marijuana Wednesday night.
Sorry I haven't been around more this week. I would've preferred blogging to two class presentations this week. The first one was in my Oral Tradition class. It's a very laid back group, so it was a fun experience. I was supposed to do it last week, but with my uncle's funeral and all, it was impossible to get the work done by Tuesday.
The other presentation was for my Research Methods class, and it was over the critical term, "Performance." I handed out lil pictures and descriptions (most of them humorous or off-color or just plain weird) and asked the members of the class to explain why that would be performance. Example: The professor ended up with a picture of Tim Curry in his barely-there leather and chains from The Rocky Horry Picture Show. It got everyone talking and I didn't have to do as much talking. Yay!
Gotta go to work, but I'll be back later to tell you all about the student that showed up to class smelling of marijuana Wednesday night.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
A little more tacky, please?
I haven't had much fodder for posting lately (and I've been doing a lot of sleeping), but I had to share this tidbit. I witnessed a new level of tackiness this week. I didn't know this kind of tacky existed outside of Paris Hilton's life, actually.
An anonymous fellow graduate student told me last week that he was having a housewarming party and everyone was invited. Great. Whatever. Word started to circulate that this individual was asking that we all bring alcohol to share and food if we felt like it. Slightly tacky, but we're all poor grad students, so it was understandable. Before we knew it, we got wind of the fact that he'd placed a "donation" jar in the office. They were hoping to have enough donations to buy a nice grill to be used for future parties. Super-tack.
The invitations rolled out Wednesday, and what did I find? That they'd REGISTERED at Wal-Mart so we could buy them stuff.
1) They threw their own housewarming.
2) They don't have a house...it's a new-to-them apartment.
3) They asked us to bring everything.
4) And donate to a bbq grill.
5) AND buy their chosen items from Wal-Mart's gift registry.
I think five people out of 40 went.
I haven't had much fodder for posting lately (and I've been doing a lot of sleeping), but I had to share this tidbit. I witnessed a new level of tackiness this week. I didn't know this kind of tacky existed outside of Paris Hilton's life, actually.
An anonymous fellow graduate student told me last week that he was having a housewarming party and everyone was invited. Great. Whatever. Word started to circulate that this individual was asking that we all bring alcohol to share and food if we felt like it. Slightly tacky, but we're all poor grad students, so it was understandable. Before we knew it, we got wind of the fact that he'd placed a "donation" jar in the office. They were hoping to have enough donations to buy a nice grill to be used for future parties. Super-tack.
The invitations rolled out Wednesday, and what did I find? That they'd REGISTERED at Wal-Mart so we could buy them stuff.
1) They threw their own housewarming.
2) They don't have a house...it's a new-to-them apartment.
3) They asked us to bring everything.
4) And donate to a bbq grill.
5) AND buy their chosen items from Wal-Mart's gift registry.
I think five people out of 40 went.
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