Free at last, free at last!
Jan. 15th, 2004 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_sky463 unread emails, at least a conservative hundred work hours and one completely numb posterior later, the Mosaic Minds website is now up and running. There are a lot of things I could say about the experience, but right at this very moment, the most positive thing would be to say that it's finished. *laugh* (I'm just kidding, of course.. but with the labor and complications of the last five days, this really is a relief.)
As I was laying in the living room floor earlier, whining about something or another, M leaned over me and tilted his head forward. This gave him the unfortunate appearance of a heavy-set man with oddly beady eyes and a puffy face. "Oh!" I said, "you look like Mr. Poacher!" And thus, kids, a journal entry was born.
My second-to-last semester of college, I took a Sociology class. (This was actually a rather common occurrence--I was one class shy of core Sociology major requirements--but this is the only time I had this particular experience, thankfully.) Theoretically, it was about Juvenile Delinquency. In all actuality, it was about Poaching. It was the strangest fucking thing ever. It seems that Professor Poach had written his dissertation about.. poaching, in some manner or another, and he made poaching analogies in every single class. I don't know how he related poaching to sociology. It was probably as much of a leap there as it was every single time he uttered the word in our class. He spent significantly more class time talking about poaching than he did about kids who go wrong.
I occasionally had funny things happen to me while doing legitimage college things. One of my economics professors took a liking to me for some reason. I really am not sure why--I think it was because I was in a honors class held by his wife. I certainly wasn't a stellar economics student. I made decent grades but my heart wasn't in it. Anyway, he was always talking to me like I was quite good at the subject, which was awkward because I never studied and barely knew what was going on. At some point, he was handing out test papers. He stopped by my desk and dropped a folded test face-down. It had a frowny face scrawled on the back with the words "What happened?!" or similar. He studied me, looking concerned. I thought I must have done much worse than I had expected--until I opened it. "A - Just kidding!" He thought that was wildly funny. *giggle*
Oh, and one time I was in a group, and we put porn into our presentation. That was fun.
As I was laying in the living room floor earlier, whining about something or another, M leaned over me and tilted his head forward. This gave him the unfortunate appearance of a heavy-set man with oddly beady eyes and a puffy face. "Oh!" I said, "you look like Mr. Poacher!" And thus, kids, a journal entry was born.
My second-to-last semester of college, I took a Sociology class. (This was actually a rather common occurrence--I was one class shy of core Sociology major requirements--but this is the only time I had this particular experience, thankfully.) Theoretically, it was about Juvenile Delinquency. In all actuality, it was about Poaching. It was the strangest fucking thing ever. It seems that Professor Poach had written his dissertation about.. poaching, in some manner or another, and he made poaching analogies in every single class. I don't know how he related poaching to sociology. It was probably as much of a leap there as it was every single time he uttered the word in our class. He spent significantly more class time talking about poaching than he did about kids who go wrong.
I occasionally had funny things happen to me while doing legitimage college things. One of my economics professors took a liking to me for some reason. I really am not sure why--I think it was because I was in a honors class held by his wife. I certainly wasn't a stellar economics student. I made decent grades but my heart wasn't in it. Anyway, he was always talking to me like I was quite good at the subject, which was awkward because I never studied and barely knew what was going on. At some point, he was handing out test papers. He stopped by my desk and dropped a folded test face-down. It had a frowny face scrawled on the back with the words "What happened?!" or similar. He studied me, looking concerned. I thought I must have done much worse than I had expected--until I opened it. "A - Just kidding!" He thought that was wildly funny. *giggle*
Oh, and one time I was in a group, and we put porn into our presentation. That was fun.
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Date: 2004-01-17 10:00 am (UTC)And your econ prof reminds me of my high school history teacher. The first two weeks of school I was in the good history teacher's class where we actually learned history. Then my counselor switched me to the ex-band member's history class because the good class was overcrowded. As a result I got the highest grade on the first test in the new class because my teacher had taught much better than the guitarist. From then on he thought I was some sort of history genius. It was so weird and awkward, especially as my grades only got worse after that first test.
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