I'm starting to panic about an español mid-term I have tomorrow. I've freaked out over the exam for a week--it all started last week, martes, when he gave us the review material. We were supposed to have exams at the end of every chapter, but we are going to be tested on three pre-chapters and two chapters tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail.
I just wanted to say, to all those kids who are taking this class, admittedly, for "an easy A": I don't like you. I don't like you at all. It's all your fault that he gave us homework from chapters that we aren't even supposed to cover this semester. It's all your fault we didn't have an exam one chapter ago. It's all your fault he has high expectations. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, AND YOU'RE GOING TO PASS WITHOUT BREAKING ANY SEMBLANCE OF A SWEAT WHILE I DIE IN THE CORNER WRITHING IN SHEER AGONY.
I feel better now. Thanks for listening. I'm off to cram in some more español.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
What just happened
I went to sign up for a job through work study this morning. I started the job this afternoon. My mind is a little bit frazzled, and I scarcely understand how that nonsense all worked out, but regardless of the semantics, I am now a writing tutor. I won't bore you with everything else that I am doing in addition to this new job. My brain stopped working ever since I started college, and now it just gets zapped every once in awhile.
When I was waiting for the interview, a (I will add an adjective here, and you'll see why that's relevant in a moment) white girl came up to the table where I was sitting and asked if I was the tutor. I told her no, didn't mention not yet, but merely said that I was waiting for someone, too. Not too long after she left, someone else came up, and I anticipated--okay, assumed--that he was looking for a tutor, too.
"Are you here for me?" he asked.
"No, I'm waiting for someone," I said. "Are you looking for a tutor?"
"I am the tutor," he said, sitting down after grabbing his book bag, which had been already sitting on the table. "Looks can be deceiving. I am also a part-time bank robber, a pimp and a priest."
He'd hit all the stereotypes usually associated with his skin color. I stared at him, not even realizing that he, with a spoken articulation that most writers--no matter their skin color--simply don't have, had assumed that I thought he was looking for a tutor simply because he was black.
"You should write a memoir," I teased, blurting out the only thing I could think of to say.
He laughed, seeming to be completely at ease, and explained that he hadn't thought of writing a memoir, though he had written a book. He was having a difficult time publishing it, though. I was then called away to my interview.
It took me five hours to become a paid tutor, and one unthinking second to be considered a moron.
When I was waiting for the interview, a (I will add an adjective here, and you'll see why that's relevant in a moment) white girl came up to the table where I was sitting and asked if I was the tutor. I told her no, didn't mention not yet, but merely said that I was waiting for someone, too. Not too long after she left, someone else came up, and I anticipated--okay, assumed--that he was looking for a tutor, too.
"Are you here for me?" he asked.
"No, I'm waiting for someone," I said. "Are you looking for a tutor?"
"I am the tutor," he said, sitting down after grabbing his book bag, which had been already sitting on the table. "Looks can be deceiving. I am also a part-time bank robber, a pimp and a priest."
He'd hit all the stereotypes usually associated with his skin color. I stared at him, not even realizing that he, with a spoken articulation that most writers--no matter their skin color--simply don't have, had assumed that I thought he was looking for a tutor simply because he was black.
"You should write a memoir," I teased, blurting out the only thing I could think of to say.
He laughed, seeming to be completely at ease, and explained that he hadn't thought of writing a memoir, though he had written a book. He was having a difficult time publishing it, though. I was then called away to my interview.
It took me five hours to become a paid tutor, and one unthinking second to be considered a moron.
When be windy
It's taken a little longer than I thought to get this blog up and running, and I'm sorry! I'm sorry I haven't given out the url more, that I'm not creative enough, that I have homework, that I haven't found the perfect pre-made template for it.
Right now, I'm very tired and I keep setting my head down, but I know if I do that enough times, I will give up, only to awake 50 years later to find that all the children I loved to play with are now old and gray.
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Okay, that didn't make sense at all, and it's because my eyes are starting to close and my brain is starting to shut down, and I am trying to figure out how much homework I can get away with not doing for tomorrow.
I have done about half of my Spanish homework, and the best part so far has been using freetranslation.com and spanishdict.com. Freetranslation.com is especially alluring because they have a machine do the translations for you, and the translations sometimes don't make sense. But they sure are funny!
So, when I'm in the dumps, I like to pull out freetranslation.com and announce: "When be windy I like to fly a comet in the beach" because, really, the windy days are the best days to fly comets.
Right now, I'm very tired and I keep setting my head down, but I know if I do that enough times, I will give up, only to awake 50 years later to find that all the children I loved to play with are now old and gray.
...
...
Okay, that didn't make sense at all, and it's because my eyes are starting to close and my brain is starting to shut down, and I am trying to figure out how much homework I can get away with not doing for tomorrow.
I have done about half of my Spanish homework, and the best part so far has been using freetranslation.com and spanishdict.com. Freetranslation.com is especially alluring because they have a machine do the translations for you, and the translations sometimes don't make sense. But they sure are funny!
So, when I'm in the dumps, I like to pull out freetranslation.com and announce: "When be windy I like to fly a comet in the beach" because, really, the windy days are the best days to fly comets.
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