Quiz-whew.

[icarus]

Sanskritsanskritsanskrit....

Quiz results: Okay, not as bad as I feared, grade-wise. But I'm not where I need to be as we move on, because these weren't careless mistakes or "oops, yeah, I should have" mistakes, but ones where I genuinely didn't understand. Somewhere around 7:30 this morning I started to get it. So. More review.

Then a story for my creative writing class. I've had so much trouble with this class, I've called in sick (actually I have to go to the pharmacy to, oh, buy the ability to breath), and I'm just going to plow through it.

Here's the shakedown:

Sanskrit -- love the class, struggling a little more than expected.
Ethnomusicology -- enjoy the class, piece of cake, have a name to follow up on for the Ethnography of the Yi people.
Creative Writing -- miserable class, hating pretty much every second of it.

The irony.

New annoyance in the creative writing class? The teacher prints out our resposes from the little forum we have to post to twice a week, and teaches from those. That's just lazy. Have I received any feedback on my (crappy) stories? No. None. Zero, zip, nada.

At least he's cute, so I can enjoy the eye candy. Sparkly, pretty green eyes. That's what I do during class. Admire the pretty teacher, respond if the discussion hits anything interesting, but mostly I'm just smiling at the teacher.

Comments

[twistedrecesses.livejournal.com]

We had a grad student come in to lecture in my 17th and 18th century French lit class. It was relatively pointless, because he was working us way below our level.

All was well though, because he was cute enough that I had to restrain myself from interrupting class to ask for him number and a night alone :D

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I tell you, he has twinkly eyes, and he must be ten years younger than me. :D

Icarus