"We're not in the business of confusing our clients. If you want to confuse someone, send them to a psychiatrist."
"I can teach you how to make someone schitzophrenic in a week. Go home, try it on your friends. It's fun!"
"No one's ever going to come you and say, 'My life is horrible...and I'm okay with that. How can we make me more miserable?'"
"Adolescent boys, as those of you who have dated them already know, only have three feelings: they're hungry, they're pissed, or they're horny."
In more serious news, I love this class. In two classes, I feel like I've learned more than in most of my other classes, period. So joyful. And, I have clean dishes, although I cut my finger in achieving this. My second day at work went quite well. I had to be bored for about two hours at the start of it, but then someone finally took pity on me and gave me something to do. I did it, and it was interesting. Also, about half of our graduate students are from China or Korea. This leads to an interesting phenomenon: random vocabulary quizzes.
I was trying to make a professor's program work, and he and his grad student (both Chinese) suddenly turned to me and asked, "So...what /is/ the difference between 'crush' and 'crash'?" And you know, if you're not thinking about that at the time, suddenly it becomes very hard to put it into words. I finally managed it, at which point they sprung 'clash' on me, and then we went off on the difficulty of figuring out when to use 'economic' and 'economical'. And then, today, the grad student who I am learning the computer stuff from, also Chinese, asked me a similar vocabulary question. It's odd, but intellectually stimulating. It's interesting how many words you know, but don't exactly know how to define to someone who /doesn't/ know them.
Finally, there's some sort of athletic team practicing in the field outside my window. It'd damned cold out there, and they're running around with flashy sticks waving in random patterns. I am thoroughly confused.
"I can teach you how to make someone schitzophrenic in a week. Go home, try it on your friends. It's fun!"
"No one's ever going to come you and say, 'My life is horrible...and I'm okay with that. How can we make me more miserable?'"
"Adolescent boys, as those of you who have dated them already know, only have three feelings: they're hungry, they're pissed, or they're horny."
In more serious news, I love this class. In two classes, I feel like I've learned more than in most of my other classes, period. So joyful. And, I have clean dishes, although I cut my finger in achieving this. My second day at work went quite well. I had to be bored for about two hours at the start of it, but then someone finally took pity on me and gave me something to do. I did it, and it was interesting. Also, about half of our graduate students are from China or Korea. This leads to an interesting phenomenon: random vocabulary quizzes.
I was trying to make a professor's program work, and he and his grad student (both Chinese) suddenly turned to me and asked, "So...what /is/ the difference between 'crush' and 'crash'?" And you know, if you're not thinking about that at the time, suddenly it becomes very hard to put it into words. I finally managed it, at which point they sprung 'clash' on me, and then we went off on the difficulty of figuring out when to use 'economic' and 'economical'. And then, today, the grad student who I am learning the computer stuff from, also Chinese, asked me a similar vocabulary question. It's odd, but intellectually stimulating. It's interesting how many words you know, but don't exactly know how to define to someone who /doesn't/ know them.
Finally, there's some sort of athletic team practicing in the field outside my window. It'd damned cold out there, and they're running around with flashy sticks waving in random patterns. I am thoroughly confused.
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My favourite such exchange occurred after an American-born prof had used a variable 'z':
"What is 'zee'?"
"That's what Americans call 'zed'."
[horrified look] "All of them?"
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As once upon a time I was one, indeed, this is very near true. They occasionally have moments when they're enjoying feeding one of those three, but otherwise...
And of course, any number of guys don't grow OUT of that.
Flashy sticks sounds lacrosse-y.