Hell is a subway car. That is all.
Sep. 11th, 2004 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI checked, I really did.
As the bus was pulling up I *made sure* to open my bookbag and look in, making sure my notebook was in there. I saw a large pad of paper and so I thought to myself "Self, great job! You managed to pack everything up even though you were exhausted."
So ho-ho-hum. The Q2 to the F, walk 3 blocks, grab an egg and bacon on a roll, walk two more blocks, enter the North Building, go the the Computer Lab, check the e-mail, go down to the skywalk between North and East, sit and pull out Orgo lab...
Sit and pull out LAB...holy FUCK, where's my notebook with the lab in it?? It's 10:30, I have Italian at 11, Orgo at 12:50, and no damn Orgo Lab. So, so, check this: I have to hop back on the F, then back on the Q2, run upstairs, grab my notebook (from my dirty clothes hamper; yay me for packing...not!), Q2 back to the F, *then* transfer to the E, THEN transfer to the 6, and then, finally, walk the 7 blocks or so to the Brookdale campus. I was race-walking, thinking I'd be late, but when I got there we were all sitting outside the lab like jackasses, waiting for the TA and the Lab Coordinator to finish set-up. I missed Italian (already, and we've only met about 5 times) because I didn't want a "0" for my first lab grade. I'd much rather make due with the craptacular grade I'm bound to get for our craptacular results from last week.
That brings me to another thing that's been nagging me. For most of my scholarly life I've been surrounded by individuals that could be easily be categorized as "above average" intellectually. So I go to Hunter and...I'm running intofucking idiots slower learners in the classroom. Not all, mind you, but some. And it's a learning experience for me. In lab today I felt like screaming at my partners a number of times "Hey, fuckwads, all the answers for the labs are in the lab chapters! Anything you can't find there you can easily find online!" along with other impolite and ultimately unproductive criticisms. I had to step back and make sure I involved them in the process of the lab, fighting my urge to take everything over and do it "right". Even then, I still ended up fucking up and spilling half of our acetanilide solution on the desktop before we got to filtering it off, and at that point I got so pissed I almost picked up the hot plate and threw it at a random person. That pissed me off because it was such a stupid mistake.
And THEN, after that 3.5 hour debacle of a lab, I had to go to Shakespeare. Lovely. That didn't turn out too badly, mainly because Maria was there. She brought the Cowboy Bebop DVD (and, of course, I didn't manage to figure out why I couldn't copy Kid A for her...my bad) and we spent most of our time talking. Or, it seemed like to me, I spent most of the time talking and she spent most of the time listening. I would think, though, that if she wanted me to STFU she wouldn't hesitate to tell me so. It was nice to have someone to vent to so readily instead of bottling it all up and being all passive-aggressive with the customers (when a cashier drops your change? means they've had a bad day). I do hope we keep in contact after Shake and Co. is done with us (my last shift there is Sunday). I also picked up my books for Gay and Les Lit, and started devouring Tony Kushner's Angels in America on the ride home. It's pretty good so far.
So...I clocked a total of 4.75 hours on public transportation. That's great. Just great. Hopefully I'll spent less time tomorrow riding in smelly cars and standing away from the closing doors.
Sleep. Glorious sleep.
As the bus was pulling up I *made sure* to open my bookbag and look in, making sure my notebook was in there. I saw a large pad of paper and so I thought to myself "Self, great job! You managed to pack everything up even though you were exhausted."
So ho-ho-hum. The Q2 to the F, walk 3 blocks, grab an egg and bacon on a roll, walk two more blocks, enter the North Building, go the the Computer Lab, check the e-mail, go down to the skywalk between North and East, sit and pull out Orgo lab...
Sit and pull out LAB...holy FUCK, where's my notebook with the lab in it?? It's 10:30, I have Italian at 11, Orgo at 12:50, and no damn Orgo Lab. So, so, check this: I have to hop back on the F, then back on the Q2, run upstairs, grab my notebook (from my dirty clothes hamper; yay me for packing...not!), Q2 back to the F, *then* transfer to the E, THEN transfer to the 6, and then, finally, walk the 7 blocks or so to the Brookdale campus. I was race-walking, thinking I'd be late, but when I got there we were all sitting outside the lab like jackasses, waiting for the TA and the Lab Coordinator to finish set-up. I missed Italian (already, and we've only met about 5 times) because I didn't want a "0" for my first lab grade. I'd much rather make due with the craptacular grade I'm bound to get for our craptacular results from last week.
That brings me to another thing that's been nagging me. For most of my scholarly life I've been surrounded by individuals that could be easily be categorized as "above average" intellectually. So I go to Hunter and...I'm running into
And THEN, after that 3.5 hour debacle of a lab, I had to go to Shakespeare. Lovely. That didn't turn out too badly, mainly because Maria was there. She brought the Cowboy Bebop DVD (and, of course, I didn't manage to figure out why I couldn't copy Kid A for her...my bad) and we spent most of our time talking. Or, it seemed like to me, I spent most of the time talking and she spent most of the time listening. I would think, though, that if she wanted me to STFU she wouldn't hesitate to tell me so. It was nice to have someone to vent to so readily instead of bottling it all up and being all passive-aggressive with the customers (when a cashier drops your change? means they've had a bad day). I do hope we keep in contact after Shake and Co. is done with us (my last shift there is Sunday). I also picked up my books for Gay and Les Lit, and started devouring Tony Kushner's Angels in America on the ride home. It's pretty good so far.
So...I clocked a total of 4.75 hours on public transportation. That's great. Just great. Hopefully I'll spent less time tomorrow riding in smelly cars and standing away from the closing doors.
Sleep. Glorious sleep.
