kingcomrade
Kingcomrade
Dear Codex,
Today I got up and took a shower. I didn't really need to since I took one last night but it always makes my hair stick up and just in general makes me look unkempt. I like to kepe an air of modest civility about myself. I used the green shampoo instead of the weird orange one because I like the smell better.
I wore a white undershirt and a blue overshirt and a pair of jeans. The jeans used to be uncomfortable but since I've lost weight they fit much better. However, as you will see, this choice is one I would later regret. (je ne regrette rien!!)
My first class, at 8 o clock, was Calculus. I got my test back from the previous and was shocked to learn that I had made a 58. There was little feedback on the test to let me know why I had scored so poorly on a test which, as far as I could tell, had very few incorrect answers on it. Maybe I left off too much of my work? We went over taking the derivative of trigonometric functions which is old information for me.
In the half hour after Calculus I worked on my French homework. It was over partitive articles, y and en, and the vocabulary of l'epicerie (Fr: the urinal). On my way to French I saw one of my friends from high school. I had not taken French in my first two semesters, however, she told me that there was an advanced class that she would be taking and that I should take it as well. I agreed, for my French skills are quite good for my level (I got free credit for the first two semesters after testing out). I am currently on the fourth semester of French, however it is only the second semester I've taken.
In French we spent most of the class period going over the vocabulary and just general speech. When asked about non-vocabulary words, what would we buy at l'epicerie, I answered, "les feuilles de toilette." He told me that this was a new one. I corrected my mistake, of course, I had had a brain fart.
After French I drove myself home. I had an Italian Hero (a kindof small sandwich with provolone, salamis, ham, and bologne on white bread) and some ginger snaps.
While I was eating I corrected my paper for Speech. The lady who teaches that class is a total ditz. I've turned in three drafts so far and she likes to write in red pen: I don't know what your speech is about. I'm tempted to bold-face the parts where I explain (very clearly) what I'm talking about and turn it in again. She also likes to circle critical information and write, "No" next to it. "No" what? I don't know.
I went to school and sat through a boring Network and System Communications class. I don't really remember what they talked about. Then I went to turn in my homework from Logic and Design but the teacher wasn't there. I went across campus but the Speech teacher wasn't in her office either. :S
Then I went to see another professor. She isn't one of mine, but she was a friend of my mother's and I've known her ever since I moved here to Texas. She was in a hurry and she apologized for neither reading nor returning Perdido Street Station; she's been busy writing her dissertation for her PhD.
Finally I went around to the other professors again (of course, I had parkedin the central lot and the two buildings were on opposite sides. It would've been smarter to park in front of one of the buildings. It was also getting hot outside (because Bush didn't sign Kyoto) so the pants I was wearing overheating me a little bit.
So I went to my Speech professor's office and shoved the speech under her door for she wasn't there either. I crossed campus again and my Brazillian Logic and Design professor was there so I handed him my homework. It was over AND/OR/NOT gates and basic circuitry design as well as truth tables.
Then I went home. My mother is gone but she made home-made pizza for us. It's resting dans le frigo and just needs to be cooked.
Yours Truly,
Clayton Lee XOXO
Currently Listening To: Scourge of 1691
Current Mood: Whimsical/Helterskelter
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Today I got up and took a shower. I didn't really need to since I took one last night but it always makes my hair stick up and just in general makes me look unkempt. I like to kepe an air of modest civility about myself. I used the green shampoo instead of the weird orange one because I like the smell better.
I wore a white undershirt and a blue overshirt and a pair of jeans. The jeans used to be uncomfortable but since I've lost weight they fit much better. However, as you will see, this choice is one I would later regret. (je ne regrette rien!!)
My first class, at 8 o clock, was Calculus. I got my test back from the previous and was shocked to learn that I had made a 58. There was little feedback on the test to let me know why I had scored so poorly on a test which, as far as I could tell, had very few incorrect answers on it. Maybe I left off too much of my work? We went over taking the derivative of trigonometric functions which is old information for me.
In the half hour after Calculus I worked on my French homework. It was over partitive articles, y and en, and the vocabulary of l'epicerie (Fr: the urinal). On my way to French I saw one of my friends from high school. I had not taken French in my first two semesters, however, she told me that there was an advanced class that she would be taking and that I should take it as well. I agreed, for my French skills are quite good for my level (I got free credit for the first two semesters after testing out). I am currently on the fourth semester of French, however it is only the second semester I've taken.
In French we spent most of the class period going over the vocabulary and just general speech. When asked about non-vocabulary words, what would we buy at l'epicerie, I answered, "les feuilles de toilette." He told me that this was a new one. I corrected my mistake, of course, I had had a brain fart.
After French I drove myself home. I had an Italian Hero (a kindof small sandwich with provolone, salamis, ham, and bologne on white bread) and some ginger snaps.
While I was eating I corrected my paper for Speech. The lady who teaches that class is a total ditz. I've turned in three drafts so far and she likes to write in red pen: I don't know what your speech is about. I'm tempted to bold-face the parts where I explain (very clearly) what I'm talking about and turn it in again. She also likes to circle critical information and write, "No" next to it. "No" what? I don't know.
I went to school and sat through a boring Network and System Communications class. I don't really remember what they talked about. Then I went to turn in my homework from Logic and Design but the teacher wasn't there. I went across campus but the Speech teacher wasn't in her office either. :S
Then I went to see another professor. She isn't one of mine, but she was a friend of my mother's and I've known her ever since I moved here to Texas. She was in a hurry and she apologized for neither reading nor returning Perdido Street Station; she's been busy writing her dissertation for her PhD.
Finally I went around to the other professors again (of course, I had parkedin the central lot and the two buildings were on opposite sides. It would've been smarter to park in front of one of the buildings. It was also getting hot outside (because Bush didn't sign Kyoto) so the pants I was wearing overheating me a little bit.
So I went to my Speech professor's office and shoved the speech under her door for she wasn't there either. I crossed campus again and my Brazillian Logic and Design professor was there so I handed him my homework. It was over AND/OR/NOT gates and basic circuitry design as well as truth tables.
Then I went home. My mother is gone but she made home-made pizza for us. It's resting dans le frigo and just needs to be cooked.
Yours Truly,
Clayton Lee XOXO
Currently Listening To: Scourge of 1691
Current Mood: Whimsical/Helterskelter
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