I have a test tomorrow. I've gone over one of the topics that will be covered and I don't want to study Heracles at the moment so now I'm falling back on my lovely blog. I'm finding that I dislike studying much less now than when I first started University, that's a plus side at least. However, there is one thing I haven't grown to like any more after all these years that have gone by having to deal with them. And that, ladies and gents, would be essays.
If you have ever been one of the unfortunate souls to come into the crossfire of me and an essay, I apologize. I really do. I realize I become a cranky angry mess when I have to write one, but that probably won't stop me from asking you for ideas and help. Just be happy you're not Emma. I'd apologize to her here, but she seems very disapproving of blogs and I doubt she will read this.
Citations are dumb. So dumb. Citations can take it's complicatedness and go wank off in a corner with it. I don't like citing things. Yes, I realize we need proof to back things up, and it's academic and whatnot. I don't care, I don't like it. When I write something down that I've heard at least three times, I do not want to go out, find the source of it, and write out all of it's useless information. Why are publishing companies important?
Another thing I dislike- conclusions. Hurp durp, here's everything I condensed for you in my intro sentence, covered in the bulk of my paragraph written out for you again, in case you didn't read it THE FIRST TWO TIMES. And conclusion paragraphs? No. Just no. If I wrote a conclusion paragraph to this blog, you would think it was stupid and wonder why I was repeating myself. I think no differently when I'm writing an essay.
Anyways, this was shorter than I would have liked to write, but I really do need to study more. I would like to do decent in a few courses this year, at least. Some B's would be nice.
In conclusion, I decided to write a blog post because I didn't feel like studying. At least studying isn't so bad now, although essays are something I have always seemed to hate and it is a hatred that is growing. Some of the things that contribute to this hatred of essays are citations and conclusions, both of which contain many things that do not seem valuable to myself in any way. I will now go study more.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Thursday, 3 March 2011
On Professor Tamm
So, today I made the glorious realization that I can take my laptop to class. This could be seen as a good or bad things. Good in the sense that I am now attending said class, bad because now I'm really not paying much for attention.
So I'll tell you about the class. Introduction to Roman Culture. This is my second time taking this class, it was my only failed class last year, evidently writing essays worth 30% of your mark are more important than I previously considered. Now I sit and lament not writing that essay. Before taking this class for the second time, I thought it would just be another fun filled class, as it was last year. I actually really enjoyed it, just lacked the motivation to get much work done. This year I have a different professor. Professor Tamm. Instead of the the fun Roman class I thought I was going to get, I get the most_boring_class_ever. If you ever get a chance to sit in on a Tamm class, do it. It's the experience of a lifetime and you will grow to love your teachers even more. Don't get me wrong, he's not a bad guy, but sitting in a tiny cramped classroom for an hour and twenty minutes listening to him talk is agonizing. The monotony kills. He likes to talk, and will lecture you for the entire duration of the class, same tone of voice consistently.
*side note* He just said blow job. I am in shock.
He drinks the same drink every class, out of the same unlabeled Gatorade bottle. There is a lot of speculation as to what this beverage may be, I've just taken to referring to it as the "piss drink" due to the colour of it. You will never see him drink much of it, just a tiny sip maybe three or four times a class. This is what you learn when you're trying to concentrate on anything but what is going on. Anyways, talking about Tamm is no more interesting than listening to his class, so below is a picture Alanna drew you representing Tamm. Enjoy.
So I'll tell you about the class. Introduction to Roman Culture. This is my second time taking this class, it was my only failed class last year, evidently writing essays worth 30% of your mark are more important than I previously considered. Now I sit and lament not writing that essay. Before taking this class for the second time, I thought it would just be another fun filled class, as it was last year. I actually really enjoyed it, just lacked the motivation to get much work done. This year I have a different professor. Professor Tamm. Instead of the the fun Roman class I thought I was going to get, I get the most_boring_class_ever. If you ever get a chance to sit in on a Tamm class, do it. It's the experience of a lifetime and you will grow to love your teachers even more. Don't get me wrong, he's not a bad guy, but sitting in a tiny cramped classroom for an hour and twenty minutes listening to him talk is agonizing. The monotony kills. He likes to talk, and will lecture you for the entire duration of the class, same tone of voice consistently.
*side note* He just said blow job. I am in shock.
He drinks the same drink every class, out of the same unlabeled Gatorade bottle. There is a lot of speculation as to what this beverage may be, I've just taken to referring to it as the "piss drink" due to the colour of it. You will never see him drink much of it, just a tiny sip maybe three or four times a class. This is what you learn when you're trying to concentrate on anything but what is going on. Anyways, talking about Tamm is no more interesting than listening to his class, so below is a picture Alanna drew you representing Tamm. Enjoy.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
On Commentaries
So. This is a blog. I've decided to embark on a brand new adventure full of so many opportunities to allow me to further procrastinate doing things I don't want to do. Welcome to my first horribly awkward blog post. It's going to be like one of those conversations an acquaintance you don't particularly like decides to strike up with you when you kind of want to be somewhere else, but they're really pressing on the topic at hand. I promise you it will only get better from here, and I'll change this layout sometime when I feel like fucking around with colours for three hours. Maybe one day I'll start incorporating pictures I draw and shit as well to satisfy your short attention spans and to break up the blocks of text.
About the name of the blog... I spent a good deal of time throughout this day trying to come up with a name for the damned thing, but I couldn't. So I got a suggestion from a friend and decided to roll with it. Little Commentaries. We've also decided to shamelessly advertise for each other. Look, it's Jimmy "nickname" Mercer, he's super cool. Follow him. -> http://toastertroubles.blogspot.com/ Anyways, the title came from a group of poems by a Suzanne Buffam. Having never read these poems, I decided to name my blog after it. Now the obligation to read them is so great I'm going to do it right now and hopefully find out it was a good idea. So welcome to my first blog post.
Do I have to put copyright shit on these poems I decide to post? Fuck it.
The first line of the first poem, 'On Possibility' reads, "Here comes the train from Tehuantepec" What is a Tehuantepec? Oh hai Google. It's a city, for those of you who don't know, in Oaxaca. Upon reading the rest of the poem, I have further realized I'm terrible at reading and understanding poems, we're just going to move onto the next ones. John, don't criticize me.
I'm enjoying the following poems much more, fyi. I'm not going to list all of them though. I'm having problems with this one though:
'On Clouds'
To be a cloud
Find a hill
And swallow it.
Okay.
Soul without a body or a body without a soul?
Like choosing between an empty lake
And the same empty lake
I like this one ^ Figure out what it's comparing.
There is a poem entitled "On Oblivion" I got excited. That is all.
I am seriously enjoying these. They're cute. I am now okay with my blogs title.
Also forgetting to really take notes on any of these.
'On Geological Time'
Enjoy the view while you can
Mt. Everest.
I wrote that one out because it's short and I laughed.
Okay. I finished reading them. Now I'm going to leave and go to bed so I can get cozy and read them again. Maybe I'll get up in the morning and make another post or something. A post on something that doesn't require me to read and type at the same time. (I think this is why I'm so bad at taking notes in class)
Remember -> http://toastertroubles.blogspot.com/
About the name of the blog... I spent a good deal of time throughout this day trying to come up with a name for the damned thing, but I couldn't. So I got a suggestion from a friend and decided to roll with it. Little Commentaries. We've also decided to shamelessly advertise for each other. Look, it's Jimmy "nickname" Mercer, he's super cool. Follow him. -> http://toastertroubles.blogspot.com/ Anyways, the title came from a group of poems by a Suzanne Buffam. Having never read these poems, I decided to name my blog after it. Now the obligation to read them is so great I'm going to do it right now and hopefully find out it was a good idea. So welcome to my first blog post.
Do I have to put copyright shit on these poems I decide to post? Fuck it.
The first line of the first poem, 'On Possibility' reads, "Here comes the train from Tehuantepec" What is a Tehuantepec? Oh hai Google. It's a city, for those of you who don't know, in Oaxaca. Upon reading the rest of the poem, I have further realized I'm terrible at reading and understanding poems, we're just going to move onto the next ones. John, don't criticize me.
I'm enjoying the following poems much more, fyi. I'm not going to list all of them though. I'm having problems with this one though:
'On Clouds'
To be a cloud
Find a hill
And swallow it.
Okay.
Soul without a body or a body without a soul?
Like choosing between an empty lake
And the same empty lake
I like this one ^ Figure out what it's comparing.
There is a poem entitled "On Oblivion" I got excited. That is all.
I am seriously enjoying these. They're cute. I am now okay with my blogs title.
Also forgetting to really take notes on any of these.
'On Geological Time'
Enjoy the view while you can
Mt. Everest.
I wrote that one out because it's short and I laughed.
Okay. I finished reading them. Now I'm going to leave and go to bed so I can get cozy and read them again. Maybe I'll get up in the morning and make another post or something. A post on something that doesn't require me to read and type at the same time. (I think this is why I'm so bad at taking notes in class)
Remember -> http://toastertroubles.blogspot.com/
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