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in which the second day is a vast gaping chasm of gloom
shopped the psych course this morning. it doesn't look too psych-heavy, but it's still not really my bag, and i don't really see myself getting up that early (the class is at 9:30) for a class i'm not jazzed about. (three days a week i have a class at 9:00, but i am jazzed about that one). i have the signature on the add slip, but i may or may not submit it.
what i'd like to do instead is an independent study -- one with some real guidance, instead of one where the professor signs off on whatever the student says she did -- of some current issues in theoretical linguistics. but the professor with whom i'd really like to do such an independent study appears not to be here this semester. the other professor i could work with is here, but it's a completely open question as to whether she has time to take on a project like this -- she only teaches part time, because she has two small children and runs a day-care co-op or something out of her living room when she's not here at school.
my tuesday-thursday afternoon class seems set to be a big giant unfocused yawn-fest. in russian, which everyone in the room speaks better than i do.
i have three e-mail addresses and a snail mail box, and not one of them had anything in it when i got home. the real box and one of the inboxes each had one piece of junk mail, but these don't count.
i'm not unhappy; i don't want to smoke, or cry, or drink, or take a nap. i'm just profoundly -- spectacularly, as mrs. parker said -- bored. i'm overcome with lethargy. i don't know what to do with the rest of my day, and i don't care.
what i'd like to do instead is an independent study -- one with some real guidance, instead of one where the professor signs off on whatever the student says she did -- of some current issues in theoretical linguistics. but the professor with whom i'd really like to do such an independent study appears not to be here this semester. the other professor i could work with is here, but it's a completely open question as to whether she has time to take on a project like this -- she only teaches part time, because she has two small children and runs a day-care co-op or something out of her living room when she's not here at school.
my tuesday-thursday afternoon class seems set to be a big giant unfocused yawn-fest. in russian, which everyone in the room speaks better than i do.
i have three e-mail addresses and a snail mail box, and not one of them had anything in it when i got home. the real box and one of the inboxes each had one piece of junk mail, but these don't count.
i'm not unhappy; i don't want to smoke, or cry, or drink, or take a nap. i'm just profoundly -- spectacularly, as mrs. parker said -- bored. i'm overcome with lethargy. i don't know what to do with the rest of my day, and i don't care.