Restless

I am swamped with work, so many things to wrap up before the quarter ends tomorrow, but my heart is not in it tonight. Je ne sais pas pourquoi.

I feel so tied down. Somehow i don't think it's the amount of work. Nope, it's not about work at all! Hmm. I have been feeling lost for a few days.

Let's just babble about something, anything, so i can take my mind off of it, shall we?

It's true that i am a woman of few words, unless i am high for some reason. :-P Because of that and perhaps the weight and tone of my voice when i finally speak, contribute to people branding me as somewhat of a snob. It's unfair, but hey, whatcha gonna do? Anyway, by now i am used to it, and have accepted it as my perceived version. Unless you say it to my face.

So yeah, we were writing our evaluations in french class and prof has left, so there was a sort of discussion going on, with girl L asking me for my phone number; as according to L, i am one très bonne étudiante, and she wanted me to be her study buddy (well, how would she know i never ever study in groups! eek, i am a loner that way). I hem and haw somewhat but we end up exchanging numbers. Well, then L asks me if i had a ph.d., and i reply in affirmative. After the usual exclamation (wow, you don't look old enough to have a ph.d.!) comes her next question, what will i be teaching and if she can take it. Given her creative writing major and the fact that i never get to teach lower division courses anymore, i politely tell her c'est pas possible, parce que je n'enseigne plus tels cours.

The boy who was so far quietly (glumly rather) seating with his leg up the table (#$@!!) turns and asks me 'So, what do you like to teach?'. I tell him, 'well, usually i teach linear algebra and numerical analysis these days but i pretty much dig any course, although i really enjoyed teaching multi-variable calculus'. I don't know why but this makes him rather agitated and he goes off on a rant about how 3-d is so much worse and unrealistic than 2-d (hello, look around, do most anything in this room look 2-d to you?); that it was kooky and that he felt he wasted his time in that class where he could have better spent his time taking sociology! WTF! Who cares!

Anyway, another discussion ensues on the usability of degrees and i kinda stop listening and concentrate on writing some comments for my prof (in french). I didn't know how to say knowledgeable (ironic, eh?) so i ask, 'hey does anyone know etc etc.'. This is followed by a chorus of wow, are you writing it in french? Um, yeah, it's french dude! While girl M opens her lil dictionary (hmm, how come everyone has one, and i don't!) and tries to offer the word, the boy goes, "why do you have to be such a perfectionist?" I ignore his comment cause i am too unsaturated to be a perfectionist. But he does not stop! "All you want is your A". Whoa? L'audace! To this i take offense so i blurt out, "You don't know what i want! A's are not what i want, A's are what i get."

After this we wrap our evaluations and M asks me where she can drop the evaluations. I say follow me as i was going that way. The boy asks M if she can advise her on something they previously talked about and M tells him to walk with us.

B: But i don't want her to hear it tho, walk slow, so she cannot hear.
I: (Ah, hello, i am right here!)
M: Why, she can offer you another perspective.
B: No, she is a conservative.
I: (nice! perceived version count n+1)
M: What are you talking about, she is so not conservative! She knows all those poems, even the ones i didn't know anything about.
B: Well, i am not so sure. I still think she is conservative.
I: (So bite me, you foolish boy!)
M: No no, she even wanted to try, you know, that day you came to class high, she asked me 'what's wrong with him' and i said you were high, so she was like, 'how does that feel, i wanna try'...

I was walking a little ahead of them, but i could hear them very well. At this point i hear a jubilant "Oh yeah?" Next moment he puts his arm around me "Oh please let me, let me take your mental virginity away! Hang with me, and soon you will be teaching poetry, you'll see!"

LOL. I give up! Only a 21 can have the courage to put their thoughts out there like that! I must say, i have to allow him some sort of point for effort!

Whatdya say, folks?

Wow, that's enough babble, i gotta get back to those comps. Ciao, a tutti!