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I'm really glad that I'm not paying for this Xwires shit we have here on campus. It disconnects in the dorms periodically for only a few minutes at a time - annoying, but not life threatening. But now it's down. Down down down. Craaaaaap. It's $30,000 to go to school here, you'd think we could have decent internet. As in, internet that works.
Today, I thus deem the day from CRAP. I am still sick. *sneeze* See? Sick. So I'm having a great time in Theatre History because we are talking about stuff that I KNOW! (Cultural hegemony, thank you, Dr. Buckaloo.) Then I go to the new scene shop guy to see if we've got work study shit all cleared away. He says he has me in the costume shop for work study. Well. I don't know if I have the mark of Cain on my forehead or something, but fine. I can deal.
Or at least I thought I would be able to deal. Now I just sort of want to hit people.
Now, I know that Mark and Sara are not Randy and Jean. I went in with a totally open mind about this. But I think Sara is seriously too Type A to be a theatre person. She gives me a Desperate Housewives vibe that just rubs me the wrong way. Now the first day she asked me what my sewing experience was, and I laid it out for her: I don't have any. Not to speak of. She seems to think that this is pure modesty, as she continues to INSIST that I know how to do all these things that I don't.
I'm a pretty fast learner. If you show me how to do something or guide me through it, and then are okay with me asking a few questions, I can pretty much do simple tasks like a top stitch and surging with little trouble since we have followed this. (How's that for modesty?) But please lady, I have TOLD you that I don't know how to do this. Do not gape at me in shock like this is a newsflash.
And I have, because of my cold, been sneezing like nobody's business. In my room I'm not so indiscriminate about where or how I sneeze (my Educational Psychology book got a shower when I was reading earlier). But when I'm with others, I make sure to cover my mouth, not face the clothing I was pinning, whatever. Should I be pissed off when she says, "Thank you for sneezing! I may have to follow you around with Lysol!"
Seriously. A "Gesundheit" will suit fine, thank you. No need to be an asshole about it.
Like I love being sick and planned this to get everyone else ill with me. No.
And then Brian gave me a hug when I really needed it. ♥ for Brian.
Today, I thus deem the day from CRAP. I am still sick. *sneeze* See? Sick. So I'm having a great time in Theatre History because we are talking about stuff that I KNOW! (Cultural hegemony, thank you, Dr. Buckaloo.) Then I go to the new scene shop guy to see if we've got work study shit all cleared away. He says he has me in the costume shop for work study. Well. I don't know if I have the mark of Cain on my forehead or something, but fine. I can deal.
Or at least I thought I would be able to deal. Now I just sort of want to hit people.
Now, I know that Mark and Sara are not Randy and Jean. I went in with a totally open mind about this. But I think Sara is seriously too Type A to be a theatre person. She gives me a Desperate Housewives vibe that just rubs me the wrong way. Now the first day she asked me what my sewing experience was, and I laid it out for her: I don't have any. Not to speak of. She seems to think that this is pure modesty, as she continues to INSIST that I know how to do all these things that I don't.
I'm a pretty fast learner. If you show me how to do something or guide me through it, and then are okay with me asking a few questions, I can pretty much do simple tasks like a top stitch and surging with little trouble since we have followed this. (How's that for modesty?) But please lady, I have TOLD you that I don't know how to do this. Do not gape at me in shock like this is a newsflash.
And I have, because of my cold, been sneezing like nobody's business. In my room I'm not so indiscriminate about where or how I sneeze (my Educational Psychology book got a shower when I was reading earlier). But when I'm with others, I make sure to cover my mouth, not face the clothing I was pinning, whatever. Should I be pissed off when she says, "Thank you for sneezing! I may have to follow you around with Lysol!"
Seriously. A "Gesundheit" will suit fine, thank you. No need to be an asshole about it.
Like I love being sick and planned this to get everyone else ill with me. No.
And then Brian gave me a hug when I really needed it. ♥ for Brian.