I carried around a bruised apple in my bag all day, and now all my schoolbooks smell like Rainier organic honeycrisp.
I didn't get all my graphs done for Mathematical Ideas today. my double bar graph about the use of different fuels in the U.S. since 1998 didn't work out, and I didn't have time to make it to the multiple comparison line graph. I feel kind of freaked out; I don't think I've ever come to class in my life (well, the year and a half I've been "coming to" class) without all my homework finished. But my professor was all "Don't worry about it." (Being a well-behaved A student is a neat thing in a pinch.)
We were discussing persuasive techniques in Honors Writing & Research today and our professor, as an example exercise, had us come up with arguments for and against the existence of ghosts. This started an epidemic of "OHMIGOSH this happened to me once and it was SO SCARY" stories. It was actually really fun. We came up with eight arguments for the existence of ghosts and four against. Then we decided it was a semi-pointless argument, since one side can't really disprove the other's; it can only provide alternatives (for example, science can't prove that someone's ghost sighting was only a figment of the imagination; it can only say "This might have been what happened." Even if they use all their arguments and support, and address the weaknesses in the other side's arguments, neither side can actually say absolutely "This was a ghost" or "You imagined this".) It was pretty interesting.
Then he assigned us a persuasive essay to be due in a week, which was quite the enthusiasm damper.
They showed a documentary film here at Valley today called The Human Experience. I'm not sure what it was about, but the tagline looked pretty interesting: "Did we forget what it means to be human?" (Maybe it was totally weird. I don't know.) I considered going to see it, but it met at the exact same times as both of my classes (naturally).
(I just realized that I put "today" in the first sentence of every paragraph in this post. That kind of bugs me.)
...Googly eyes scared me as a little kid. True story. o0
Yummy, apples. There is an apple tree in my backyard, and in the fall when you walk back there it smells deliciously of apples. That's really nice that your professor was all "don't worry about it." Because when you're a well behaved A student those kinds of things freak you out. Hmm, do ghosts exist? I don't know. How do you feel about googly eyes now?
ReplyDeleteNow I rather like googly eyes. I'm not rabidly enthusiastic, perhaps, but I do have a rabid-friends-induced fondness for them. :D
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