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Bread, Tulips, and all that good stuff.
Dec. 9th, 2004 05:28 pmI'm the Language Lab again. Twenty-five and a half hours down, four and a half left to go. I'm watching Bread and Tulips (an Italian film sans an Italian title) for what may be the 3rd (4th?) time. This movie really is lovely...I mean, aside from the fact that there's no barnyard fucking or sadomasochism and/or blatant misogyny. A great great romantic comedy. Who knew? If you like that sort of stuff (the romance, not the kinky sex) Netflix or Blockbuster it. You won't be disappointed.
My comic presentation? the one I was stressing about in my last entry? the one for which I stayed up until 6AM and slept for only 1 1/2 hours for? was indeed bumped to Monday. At first, nervous about my lack of oral preparation (oh, don't *even* go there), I was praying for the bump. But, as time went on I found myself wanting to just get it over with. I learned a lot; I wanted to share it with the class right then and there. I mean, I HAD stayed up late trying to scan and set up my handouts, dammit. But of course as I get antsy to present the two people in the class that babble the most went. One's this guy who *swears* he knows more than everyone else in the class (you've taken English classes before: big effin' deal! there are college grads and English teachers in the class), and the other is this lady from Sweden? who goes on and on about how different her homeland is from America, and how prudish Americans are about everything and how *wonderful* Europeans are about sex. I'm all, "Lady, shut up and make a bloody point related to what we're doing!" nearly every time she opens her mouth. She did Tom of Finland, this porn artist from Europe (big surprise). Her presentation could have been interesting, but all she did was share quotes about this guy and his work. A number of people in the class did that; I mean, this presentation is supposed to be based solely on your paper. You mean to tell me your paper has no thesis? No driving point? It boggles the mind, and this is an upper-level English class we're talking about here.
Anyway (/semi-rant), Imma gonna go first thing on Monday. And Imma gonna be ready. Right now I'm exhausted. Simply exhausted. When (?) I get home I'm going to shower and head straight to bed. Such a great carrot at the end of a stick for the rest of my evening.
My comic presentation? the one I was stressing about in my last entry? the one for which I stayed up until 6AM and slept for only 1 1/2 hours for? was indeed bumped to Monday. At first, nervous about my lack of oral preparation (oh, don't *even* go there), I was praying for the bump. But, as time went on I found myself wanting to just get it over with. I learned a lot; I wanted to share it with the class right then and there. I mean, I HAD stayed up late trying to scan and set up my handouts, dammit. But of course as I get antsy to present the two people in the class that babble the most went. One's this guy who *swears* he knows more than everyone else in the class (you've taken English classes before: big effin' deal! there are college grads and English teachers in the class), and the other is this lady from Sweden? who goes on and on about how different her homeland is from America, and how prudish Americans are about everything and how *wonderful* Europeans are about sex. I'm all, "Lady, shut up and make a bloody point related to what we're doing!" nearly every time she opens her mouth. She did Tom of Finland, this porn artist from Europe (big surprise). Her presentation could have been interesting, but all she did was share quotes about this guy and his work. A number of people in the class did that; I mean, this presentation is supposed to be based solely on your paper. You mean to tell me your paper has no thesis? No driving point? It boggles the mind, and this is an upper-level English class we're talking about here.
Anyway (/semi-rant), Imma gonna go first thing on Monday. And Imma gonna be ready. Right now I'm exhausted. Simply exhausted. When (?) I get home I'm going to shower and head straight to bed. Such a great carrot at the end of a stick for the rest of my evening.
