Bon apres-midi, mes etudiants. Ajourd'hui, nous allons racler le chewing-gum du trotoir.
So anyways, hello again everyone, for another pre-French edition of Hasta la Byebye, the reality show that you can't be quite sure is a reality show. Perhaps it's a sitcom? Or maybe a made-for-TV movie? No, my friends. It is indeed a reality show, and we're in our second season. As is the case with all kickass television shows like Survivor and CSI, we also move around with the new season, so our new name is Hasta la Byebye: Washington DC. Don't like it? Then you're not cool. Suck a lemon, bitch.
I had my Comparative Politics midterm today. It'll probably be my lowest midterm grade unless Professor Jouejati decides that he really likes my confused (and confusing) writing style. But that lowest grade would be a B. At the lowest. I really don't get why everyone is worrying about these midterm things so much. They're so damned easy. Even the honors classes (of which Comparative Politics is one) are like little slabs of cake.
French, however.
French is a massive chunk of cake. Obscenely large. Like a massive star, except it's cake. I might just get sick that it's so huge. Our oral portion was yesterday, and I didn't do particularly hot on it--mostly because I tried to answer the questions in detail when a simple "yes, I have two sisters" would do. But even though I wasn't particularly hot, I was still pretty hot, and probably hot enough to get an easy A on the midterm when the written part comes around tomorrow.
Man, but I'm glad that I don't hate midterms. Hell, I really like them. I like them a lot more than papers especially; for two honors classes, we're going to end up having term papers instead of final exams. Which sucks. Comparative Politics is 10 pages or so, my Proseminar is 5-7. De-bloody-lightful. And I have another Proseminar paper of 5-7 that I have to do by Thursday. Bah, I say. Bah.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm really worried. Not about my grades or about school or anything. No, I'm worried about the water. At least three times a day I refill my one-litre water bottle at the drinking fountain, knowing that there have been multiple articles about the copious amounts of lead found in the tap water across the country. Especially in DC.
And my stomach always gets unhappy when I drink that water too much. It just sort of aches for a few minutes, then takes care of itself. So. I guess I hope I don't have lead poisoning yet.
But that's not going to change the fact that I'm going to the water fountain every day for my water supply. Hell if I'm going to pay for water. I've got a small backup stash in case of emergencies, but I refuse to actually use it. Is this a good idea? Saving about $100 this year by getting my water from the fountain? In the long term, probably not. Unfortunately, I don't care enough to let it stop me just yet. Let's hope that my stomach complains a bit more, eh?
And with that, I bid you a good afternoon. Hasta la byebye, senoritos.
So anyways, hello again everyone, for another pre-French edition of Hasta la Byebye, the reality show that you can't be quite sure is a reality show. Perhaps it's a sitcom? Or maybe a made-for-TV movie? No, my friends. It is indeed a reality show, and we're in our second season. As is the case with all kickass television shows like Survivor and CSI, we also move around with the new season, so our new name is Hasta la Byebye: Washington DC. Don't like it? Then you're not cool. Suck a lemon, bitch.
I had my Comparative Politics midterm today. It'll probably be my lowest midterm grade unless Professor Jouejati decides that he really likes my confused (and confusing) writing style. But that lowest grade would be a B. At the lowest. I really don't get why everyone is worrying about these midterm things so much. They're so damned easy. Even the honors classes (of which Comparative Politics is one) are like little slabs of cake.
French, however.
French is a massive chunk of cake. Obscenely large. Like a massive star, except it's cake. I might just get sick that it's so huge. Our oral portion was yesterday, and I didn't do particularly hot on it--mostly because I tried to answer the questions in detail when a simple "yes, I have two sisters" would do. But even though I wasn't particularly hot, I was still pretty hot, and probably hot enough to get an easy A on the midterm when the written part comes around tomorrow.
Man, but I'm glad that I don't hate midterms. Hell, I really like them. I like them a lot more than papers especially; for two honors classes, we're going to end up having term papers instead of final exams. Which sucks. Comparative Politics is 10 pages or so, my Proseminar is 5-7. De-bloody-lightful. And I have another Proseminar paper of 5-7 that I have to do by Thursday. Bah, I say. Bah.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm really worried. Not about my grades or about school or anything. No, I'm worried about the water. At least three times a day I refill my one-litre water bottle at the drinking fountain, knowing that there have been multiple articles about the copious amounts of lead found in the tap water across the country. Especially in DC.
And my stomach always gets unhappy when I drink that water too much. It just sort of aches for a few minutes, then takes care of itself. So. I guess I hope I don't have lead poisoning yet.
But that's not going to change the fact that I'm going to the water fountain every day for my water supply. Hell if I'm going to pay for water. I've got a small backup stash in case of emergencies, but I refuse to actually use it. Is this a good idea? Saving about $100 this year by getting my water from the fountain? In the long term, probably not. Unfortunately, I don't care enough to let it stop me just yet. Let's hope that my stomach complains a bit more, eh?
And with that, I bid you a good afternoon. Hasta la byebye, senoritos.
4 Comments:
At 13 October, 2004 14:28,
Eric said…
A massive star! What kind of fool would use a phrase like this? Jeez.
I don't know about midterms yet, but college is easy so far. We go to class less than in high school, and we have like three grades a semester. Depending on the class. And those could be bad things, depending on the class. I dunno. -My- classes are easy so far.
And I too get all my water from the drinking fountain. I think I read something about them using too much groundwater around here or something. Hell, nevermind, the water's fine. My stomach is fine. Fine fine fine. I'm really losing it, yes?
At 13 October, 2004 17:26,
Das Goat said…
Yes.
At 13 October, 2004 21:55,
Concerned Citizen said…
Dude by a water filter and fill your water up at the dorm or something. Unless you don't have a sink in which case you can't do that unless you get a filter that you can put in the fridge.
At 13 October, 2004 21:55,
Concerned Citizen said…
And I am aware that I wrote "by" instead of "buy"
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