typing in musings from class
Oct. 2nd, 2003 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixiecrinkleI never had a prof hand out food at Denison that I can recall. (Other than tea at Dr. S's during Freshman's year's ill-scheduled Camus & Sartre seminar). But this seems to happen all the time at Franklin. Tonight was Chips Deluxe cookies.
I have found my alter-ego. And her name is Math-grrl. And she is a super-hero. She scared the guy next to me tonight by finishing someone's "I understand what you're saying..." sentence with "But you're WRONG!" all too loudly. Ahem. She must be contained.
I just love it when people don't understand the question they are asking, and they end up with a complex theoretical explanation, when what they really wanted to hear was "Because x=y." Tee-hee.
A guy in my class (who we shall call Recent High School Boy) peeves me to no end, for no real reason except he is obviously feeling superior to all of us for being younger and (I assume) a recent valedictorian. He is so smug about everything, even when he is wrong. Well, you've thrown down the gauntlet, RHSBoy, don't be pissed when you get your ass whipped by Mathgrrrrrrl!
We all finally got the guts to talk to the ASL interpreters tonight. I think we all felt they were "off limits" somehow. They confirmed that yes, there is a whole level of conversation taking place in this class that none of us have any idea about. I love it!
My math prof is really pretty cool. He gets funnier each week, especially since we've gotten pared down to the group who willmost likely make it through the whole trimester at this point.
I have found my alter-ego. And her name is Math-grrl. And she is a super-hero. She scared the guy next to me tonight by finishing someone's "I understand what you're saying..." sentence with "But you're WRONG!" all too loudly. Ahem. She must be contained.
I just love it when people don't understand the question they are asking, and they end up with a complex theoretical explanation, when what they really wanted to hear was "Because x=y." Tee-hee.
A guy in my class (who we shall call Recent High School Boy) peeves me to no end, for no real reason except he is obviously feeling superior to all of us for being younger and (I assume) a recent valedictorian. He is so smug about everything, even when he is wrong. Well, you've thrown down the gauntlet, RHSBoy, don't be pissed when you get your ass whipped by Mathgrrrrrrl!
We all finally got the guts to talk to the ASL interpreters tonight. I think we all felt they were "off limits" somehow. They confirmed that yes, there is a whole level of conversation taking place in this class that none of us have any idea about. I love it!
My math prof is really pretty cool. He gets funnier each week, especially since we've gotten pared down to the group who willmost likely make it through the whole trimester at this point.
