Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Exam=Over. Court=Spent

Phew.

I didn't fail, that I know for sure. But how did I do? I couldn't really tell you.

Today, upon sitting down for the exam, for the first time in my life, I experienced that dreaded feeling of panic, immediately followed by everything I had been studying for the past week running out of my head.

I did not like this feeling.

So I did a bit of flipping through the test to get to a more comfortable section, said a quick little prayer, and slowly the inspiration came.

The nice thing about essay tests is they give you a chance to write down every single thing you know about something, thus increasing the chance that you can get some "sympathy points" from your professor at the end.

Except I don't think I'll get any sympathy points from the first section of definitions, where I made up completely ridiculous ambigous definitions for two words I had no idea what he was talking about. They went a little like this:

Question: Define Relation de Syntagme (par rapport blah blah blah...)
My answer: The syntagme relates to others by means of syntagmes which correspond in the sentence along with other syntagmes.

Or something like that.

Additionally, after spending 20 minutes on two questions thinking, "WHAT THE F***????", I realized these were bonus items and proceeded to make up ridiculous but "e for effort" guesses and turn the gd test back in.

Afterwards I made up an excuse not to attend the student association meeting in hopes of avoiding the comparing and "I put this" vs. "I put that." It f***s with my head too much.

I'm looking forward to an evening of relaxing, watching The Apprentice, and trying to erase the memory of this afternoon from my mind.

But I'd appreciate some positive vibes directed toward my grade if you have time. Hopefully I'll get it back next Monday.

I'm having Syntax cramps...

Well wish me luck everyone.

Tomorrow (Well, since I'm just now looking at the clock and realizing it's 1 a.m., I guess I should say "today") is my first exam, in Syntax--the grammatical structure of languages, particularly French.

I've been studying like a madwoman for the past several days and today was a particularly tough afternoon, because not only did I spend all my "free time" studying, but I also went to a two hour review session that ended only moments before my brain would have exploded into millions of little tiny pieces that would have settled into the corners of the room and remained there forever.

As AD and I trekked across I-35 to the car (and then to fast food mecca Subway), I remarked that my leg had a funny little pain that seemed to shoot up my hip. AD diagnosed this phenomenon as "Syntax Cramps."

Studying is hazardous to your health.

Monday, September 27, 2004

Morpheme-Bound No More! (hee hee!)

Only my fellow linguists will get the above play on words...but I digress.

Today I finally had the nerve (and the exasperation) to tell my prof I was dropping his class. 12 hours is just too much.

And he was cool with it! And signed!

So, now, how should I spend all my "free" time....muhahahahahahaha!

(Well, I have a test, a paper, about 60 pages to read...)

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Meet "Poly", the Polydactyl Kitty...


poly
Originally uploaded by verretc.

So check out this little freak of nature.

Poly is a neighborhood kitty who comes to our house every now and then and makes herself at home on our porch. As you can see, she is polydactyl (hence her cute little name), meaning she has 6 "toes."

Isn't that freaky?

Some of you may have also heard about Hemingway's 6 toed cats. Click here to read everything you ever wanted to know about Polydactyl Cats.

Cause you know you want to...

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Give George Bush a wedgie

This is therapy if I ever saw it.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

What's this strange and funny sensation in my nose?

Could it be that I can breathe again? Perhaps? Maybe?

I think so. Kind of. I managed to get to the local drugstore today and bought a certain popular over the counter allergy medicine. Actually, I bought the generic version, which still cost me over $1 a pill. God bless American healthcare.

But fingers xed my money has been put to good use, and shortly all will be restored as it was before.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

From the mouths of babes...

Below is a conversation that took place tonight between me and my 8 year old cousin, Eliana...
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Eliana: Courtenay, what are you doing to do when you finish school?
Court: Well Eliana, I don't know. Maybe I'll teach.
Eliana: Maybe you can come teach at my school!
Court: Well Eliana, I don't know if your school would really want me to teach what I'm learning.
Eliana: Maybe you could get a job at HEB (the local grocery store chain).
Court: Yes, maybe.
Eliana: They would pay you a lot of money.
Court: Is that so? How do you know?
Eliana: Well, every time we go in there, they always have tons of people, so they have to be paying their employees a lot of money because they sell so much.
Court: (trying hard not to burst her youthful bubble) Hmmm...I don't know. Do
you think they give the employees all the money that they make, or do you think it goes to the big people behind the desk?
Eliana: Huh?
Court: Nevermind.
Eliana: I bet you would make more money at HEB than you would teaching.
Court: You're probably right.

He's bein' followed by a moonshadow...

Cat Stevens, a terrorist? It must be because he supports peace and is muslim.

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The Former Cat Stevens Gets Plane Diverted

By LESLIE MILLER, Associated Press Writer

WASHINGTON - A London-to-Washington flight was diverted to Maine on Tuesday when it was discovered passenger Yusuf Islam — formerly known as singer Cat Stevens — was on a government watch list and barred from entering the country, two federal officials said.

United Airlines Flight 919 was en route to Dulles International Airport when the match was made between a passenger and a name on the watch list, said Nico Melendez, a spokesman for the Transportation Security Administration. The plane was met by federal agents at Maine's Bangor International Airport around 3 p.m., Melendez said.

The two federal officials, who spoke on condition of anonymity, identified the passenger as Islam. They said Islam was denied entry on national security grounds, but had no details about why the peace activist might be considered a risk to the United States.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Dilemma:

In order to sleep, I need to lie down.

But in order to breathe, I need to sit up.

Damn you allergies!!!!!!!

Brain exploding, pieces everywhere..

Remind me again why I quit a well-paying job to go back to school?

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Shmoozin'

MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm...

Tonight I had a most excellent meal, courtesy of Mary M. and a PG client.

Thank you thank you Mary M. and PG client!

She's in town representing PG for a conference, and, since her time was very limited, she invited me to come to dinner with them.

We went to Flemings, this ultra nice steak house downtown, where we feasted on:

Calamari
Breaded Brie
Crab Cakes
Salad
Filet Mignon
Baked Potato

Yes, I can see you all turning green with envy even as I write this.

Afterwards, Mary and I went out to Hyde Park Bar & Grill on the recommendation of my housemate for drinks. Trop fun.

Malheureusement, Mary is only in town through tomorrow, and she'll be tied up in the convention all day.

But I was at least able to give her a quick tour of campus, take her to a typique Austin hangout, and show off my little house, so I think we did well.

"...Like gouging my eye out with a spoon."

From today's Syntax reading:

"Thus this attempted definition does not give a language-independent definition of perfectivity, and even in those languages where it does identify the perfective this is not because of the inherent meaning of the perfective, but rather because of the functioning of the perfective as the unmarked member of the binary opposition perfective/imperfective."

Saturday, September 18, 2004

WOW!

My Irish won again!

Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaw!

Ok, you can mess with me again...

So I'm out of my little funk. That's the thing about me, I get pissed off, then I bitch bitch bitch, and then I'm over it.

Last night the French and Italian dept had a big party for all the faculty and staff. One of the Italian profs (and head of the dept) hosted and it was awesome. She has a beautiful house with an outdoor patio/balcony on a drop off overlooking her big yard. We ate brie, pate, hummus, ham, salad, and "real" italian pasta with homeade sauce.

The entertainment (and in my opinion, highlight) of the party was her humongus dog Basil, a chocolate lab who is the biggest fattest softest cutest animal I've ever seen. It was all I could do to not sneak away with him. I wanna dog. A big dog. A lab.

After the party, a group of us headed out to a place called Oslo's (a yuppie bar with swinging plastic bubble chairs) and danced our little booties off. When they swtiched the music from hip hop to techno, we decided we were too tired to dance anymore and took off.

The highlight of the Oslo experience was watching a group of not so bright underagers trying to get in with what we presumed were fake ids, but we could never figure it out. They decided to stand directly in front of the bouncers and whisper to each other, "Now don't look nervous...don't look nervous..."

The bouncers then proceeded to turn them away. Hee hee.

Good times. I'm tired today, but I'm kind of excited, cause I feel like I'm finally starting to make some friends down here. Not that I'm a huge socialite, but it's nice to look out into a weekend and not think, "Well, I have no one to do anything with." I can't get over how nice everyone in my dept is and how they all seem to get along...it's weird.

Anyway, in other news, I'm bummed because the stupid ND game is on ESPN tonight and we don't have cable. I would go somewhere to see it but I'd really rather go with someone and I'm supposed to go to another get together anyway (look at me and my social life!). I finally got in contact with the SMC alumnae club down here though, so hopefully I'll have some game-watching partners tres bientot.

Well I'm off to take a nap and two advil for my incredibly sore neck. Not really sure where that came from.

Tomorrow Mary M comes into town and I get to schmooze for the day. Hooray for a little taste of home!

Friday, September 17, 2004

Don't mess with me today.

Grrr...

La Court is not very heureuse today. It all began when I had to wait for 45 minutes in the sun (because God forbid there be a shelter at my bus stop) waiting for the bus that did not want to come. Finally, just as I was about to run back to my house, take my car and pay $6 to park on campus, the bus rambled up to the stop.

I was all ready to give the driver my best scowl, and then she greeted me with a big cheery "Good Morning!!"

Don't 'good morning' me when I want to be pissed off, dammitt.

I made a game time decision that it would be quicker to get off the stop earlier and haul ass to my class rather than go to my usual stop. So I did. And did I mention that it is still freakin' hotter than hell and humid?

So enfin I arrived in classe 10 minutes late and realized I had forgotten my book. This was my methodology class, and today's topic was what to do when our students are late and/or unprepared.

Bon.

After class I met with some classmates to go over this stupid ass assignment that no one has any clue how to complete, let alone me who is just a lowly first year grad student. So after spending an hour thinking, "WTF??" and leaving not having accomplished or understood anything, I went to my TA class, then walked yet again in the boiling sun to my bus stop (also without a shelter).

This time it arrived, but as I entered, the bus driver said something to me I couldn't understand. It was only when I looked up close that I realized she wasn't talking to me but IN HER CELL PHONE. I couldn't freakin' believe it.

We pull out onto the road, while she's gabbing away to her girlfriend about this that and the other thing. By the time we got to my stop (which she had to slam on the brakes to do, because SHE WAS TALKING ON THE PHONE) my blood was boiling.

So I pulled out my own cell phone and reported her ass.

This might have been a kind of bitchy thing to do but quite honestly I don't give a sh*t. The bus system here totally pisses me off. On the one hand I appreciate a town that has bus service, and esp the fact that I can take it for free, but can we at least try to be on time?

And to top it all off, I'm just pissed off, so anyone who breathes wrong on me today is going to get it.

I've been amusing myself for the last half hour by looking up the sex offenders who are currently working or attending class at UT. The university was kind enough to send us an email about them.

So check it out.

And stop pissing me off.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

And this would be MY professor...

So this is cool. I just found this lil' article on Yahoo.

First, this is the exact thing I've been learning about in class for like 2 weeks now, so I'm like "neato."

Secondly, my Second Language Acquisition prof is currently at the Netherlands Org doing his thang. Although he's not mentioned in this article.

Read on mes amis...
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Experts Study New Sign Language System

WASHINGTON - A new system of sign language developed by deaf children in Nicaragua may hold clues about the evolution of languages.

When the country's first school for the deaf was established in 1977, children were not taught sign language but developed a system of signs to communicate.

That method of communicating now shows similarities to other languages, researchers say in Thursday's issue of the journal Science.

Language experts have argued for years about whether the basic traits of all languages are hard-wired in the human brain or have developed by trial and error over the years.

The paper's lead author, Ann Senghas of Barnard College of Columbia University, and her colleagues suggest that even if children are not born with a mental blueprint for language, they can move from a simple communication system to a true language in a short time.

In the Nicaraguan sign language, older members of the group used relatively basic gestures while younger children divided the movements into separate words with which they formed into sentences.

As additional groups learn the language, they expand on it, making it more useful.

"We're seeing evolution in action, but what's evolving here isn't an organism, it's a language system," Senghas said in a statement.

The study was funded by the Max Planck Institute for Psycholinguistics, the Netherlands Organization for Scientific Research, the National Institutes of Health (news - web sites) and the Turkish Academy of Sciences.

In a separate study reported Thursday, researchers at the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development of the National Institutes of Health said that young children learn vocabulary in fundamentally the same way, regardless of the language being taught.

Their study involved 269 mothers of children who were 20 months old and lived in various countries.

The children were learning to speak Spanish, Dutch, French, Hebrew, Italian, Korean and American English. The mothers filled out a questionnaire designed to gauge the extent of their children's vocabularies.

The major part of the children's vocabularies turned out to be nouns, followed by adjectives, the researchers said in the journal Child Development.

"This study shows that while languages may differ greatly, the sequence by which young children learn the parts of speech appears to be the same across different languages," said Dr. Duane Alexander, director of the child health institute.

"By learning about the normal progression of language development, we may be able obtain information that will help children who are having difficulty learning language," Alexander said.

The mothers in every country reported that their children learned significantly more nouns than other types of words. The researchers said this held true regardless of whether the language emphasized nouns, as does American English, or verbs, as does Korean.

WTF?

Has anyone seen the commercial for a certain fast food chain with the guy and the scary "king" in bed?

Does it freak anyone else out?

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

"The Slut is out now...she's dead..."

I love fashion...

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By Ellen Wulfhorst

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Now you see it. Soon you won't. In a trend sure to be a relief to some and a disappointment to others, women will cover up instead of baring it all next season as the "slutwear" look comes to an end.  

Demure designs have replaced scanty navel-baring looks on the catwalks of this week's semi-annual run of fashion shows, a reliable sign of what shoppers can expect to find in stores next spring.

"The slut is out now. She's dead," said Godfrey Deeny, senior fashion critic at Fashion Wire Daily.

In recent seasons, fashion has been filled with skimpy tops exposing midriffs, cleavage-revealing necklines and jeans slung so low that precious little was left to the imagination -- looks impossible to avoid on such pop icons as Paris Hilton and Britney Spears.

This season, blousy linen took the place of sheer chiffon, while shades of white chased away an edgier black. Necklines were up, while hemlines were hovering down at the knee.

"It's very ladylike. It's not jump-into-bed fashion," Deeny said of the new look on runways as established powerhouses to new designers trotted out more fabric and less skin than in seasons past.

"Protect the Sanctity of Reality-TV Marriages"

I just saw this bumper sticker and I love it. It pretty much sums up my sentiments exactly.

Well, THAT'S reassuring...

So, what's been going on in la vie de Courtenay lately?

Well, first, you'll be pleased to know that AD and I finally made it to ballroom dance class. It was interesting. There were actually more guys than girls there, a phenomenon I have never heard of before. More interestingly, they were about 98% all foreign, so I spent most of the evening repeating the same conversation:

Me: "Hi, my name is Courtenay" (sticking out hand)
Dance Partner: "Hi Courtenay, my name is LSVOIESNVEDSJKDJVHSKDJFH" (shaking hand)
Me: "I'm sorry?" (cupping hand to ear)

It was fun though. AD is trying to talk me into the joining the club, but I'm not a big joiner, mostly because I'm scared of committment, especially where money is concerned. So we'll see.

The other big news is the drama surrounding my classes. I've been contemplating the idea of dropping a class, since I'm taking an extra one and since I'm starting to realize I have no time. However, when it came to talking to the professor, I chickened out once I went into his office and got into my good little girl people pleasing element and thus I'm still enrolled in the class.

Then when I reported back to my fellow classmates, I got a bunch of sympathy and "that's horrible" and while I was feeding off of it at first, it really just started to make me feel worse. Especially when AD "dissappeared" for awhile and came back bearing brownies and bubble tea for me. After I informed him that I couldn't eat sugar (but thank you I appreciate the gesture), he replied, "Well you're going to die with all those classes anyway, so you might as well enjoy the trip down."

Yes, thank you for your support.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Cha cha whatever

So UT is giving free ballroom dance lessons, well, free for two weeks and then you can decide if you want to stay and pay ballroom dance lessons.

AD talked me into going this evening, enticing me with the promise of the cha-cha. My friends who know me well are aware what a hard time I have with decision making, so after much hemming and hawing, I thought "what the hell" and decided to go.

Well, about 15 minutes of walking to the building, it began to rain, thus making the humidity even worse. About 45 minutes later, I still had not found the building, and thus returned to my car, dejected.

Then I received an angry call from AD a few hours later, wanting to know where I was.

So tomorrow we are going to give it another shot. Although unfortunately it's no longer the cha cha, but the tango and the Viennese waltz.

Hmmm. The Tango. Rowr.

Stupid bus. Stupid driver. Stupid heat.

So one of the things I love about Austin is that it has a really good public transportation system.

What I like even better is that I can use it for free, being a UT student. It's great not having to buy a parking permit and deal with morning traffic.

What I don't like, however, is the fact that I cannot seem to find a bus stop around campus that is not incredibly complicated or totally out of my way. If I want to go home, I have to make a big 20 minute uphill hike (which wouldn't be so bad except for the heat and humidity) or spend an hour waiting, walking, switching and walking some more.

Way too long.

In particular, today after an hour of riding a bus with a broken air conditioner, the driver went past my stop and kept going, despite my desperate ringing of the bell. It wasn't until he had already gone way past where I needed to go and the other passengers started yelling at him that he stopped. At a railroad crossing. He said he "didn't hear it."

So then I had to take another 10 minute hike uphill to get home. In 93 degree weather.

I'm not lazy, I just don't like walking outside midday in hot weather and humidity. Particularly when I'm not dressed for it.

But what are you gonna do when the service is free?

Bitch bitch...moan moan.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Oh me of little faith...

My Irish.

My dear, sweet sweet Irish.

For those of you that did not tune into the game this afternoon--you missed something incroyable.

Things were not looking good for my boys in the beginning...although the defense was doing a terr-if-ic job of keeping Michigan from scoring.

But thanks to some turnovers and perhaps some motivation, ND came back and scored actual TOUCHDOWNS. More importantly, the touchdowns were scored by the OFFENSE.

What an amazing game. I went nuts. Fortunately my roomate was gone most of the day and didn't have to hear me scream and yell. She was there to hear the ND marching band via Drevs' cell phone, which was kind of fun. I was pleased to share the moment with both her and Oz, who, like me, was doomed to watch the game from the couch.

After a delicious win, I had a delicious dinner, courtesy of my cousin Denise. She made shrimp and goatcheese quesadillas with homeade guacamole/cilantro sauce. Yum-a-friggin-licioius. And fortunately the game ended in time for me to go to Fiesta and pick up the cilantro. And Fiesta is another whole blog. This is the local hispanic grocery store. Replete with exotic fruits and veggies and everything labeled in Spanish. Oy!

What a beautiful day. I decided I need to get a game watching buddy though. I can't take sitting by myself without anyone to get excited with. I tried to talk my cousin Alex into watching the next game with me, but he's 14 and I don't think I'm cool enough for him. And especially not after I told his mom that he didn't eat his vegetables.

Let's Go Irish! (ha)

Well, I flew back to the house this afternoon, pissed off at myself for getting lost and jeapordizing arrving back in time for the kickoff of ND vs. Michigan.

Then, to my horror, I turned on the TV and there was an INFOMERCIAL on NBC. WTF? Isn't the advantage of contracting with NBC that we can watch the game all across the United States?

Mad as hell, I looked up today's tv schedule in Austin...

And realized the game starts at 2:30, not 1:30.

d'oh!

Although to be quite honest, I'm not sure I really want to see the Irish play...last year I was in France and could live in denial about their lack of abilities, but this year....shiver...

Get out your rosaries ladies and gentlemen...

The Irony of Iced Tea

Since I've been back down South, my iced tea consumption has risen dramatically. In fact, I would say it's competing with my diet coke consumption. Yes, you heard me correctly, and it's because they know how to make "real" iced tea in the South. Sorry, but you Yankees are just deficient in that arena.

So something I once heard in high school has come flashing back into my mind.

Only in the South do we:

Boil water to make tea
Pour it over ice to make it cold
Put in sugar to make it sweet
Squeeze in lemon to make it sour

Thursday, September 09, 2004

BUSY.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, September 06, 2004

Blogging from Bed

Oh, let the fun begin.

We now have wireless internet at our house. Hooray hooray hooray. As Oz would say, I think we might need towels.

The wireless access was a nice little gift this evening, after a long trip back from Louisiana. I went to visit Marilyn over the holiday weekend, and needless to say, it was interesting, as always.

First, I do have to say above all else, that it is oh so awesome to be able to drive home in a day. 6.5 hours, to be exact. Yeehaw.

But the weekend was not without its problems. On my way down Friday, Marilyn called me frantic because she had been in Shreveport that day, then stopped at her office on the way back, and then realized she had lost her keys.

So when I finally got in Friday night, she was panicky, and was hoping she had left them at her office.

So bright and early Saturday morning she wakes me up to head out to Ruston. As I start to get in the car, mom shuts the front door and realizes she locked us out of the house.

Fortunately I am a good criminal, and knew how to open the door with a credit card.

Unfortunately, doing this made me very distracted. This little detail is very important. More on this later.

We drive out to LA Tech, and after a big rigamarole with the campus police, we get in her building, and joy of all joys, we find Marilyn's keys. Hooray!

We head back to Monroe and have lunch at this new place called RJ Gators. Not only do they serve actual alligator, but they also have tables that are put up on gliders, so you can swing back and forth while you eat. It's sort of fun, but then I had to stop cause I was getting sick.

In the midst of all the swinging, I look into my purse and realize I do not have my cell phone.

Hmmm...that's unusual.

So I figure I must have left it at home, although something just didn't seem right.

We get home and look all over the place. I call it to see if I can hear it ringing, and voicemail picks up right away. Also not good, because that means it's been turned off, which I never do.

As they say in the Madeleine books, "something is not right..."

My mom and I decide I must have left the keys at Tech. So in the car we go, drive the 40 minutes out there, get to her office...no phone.

Surely it's at the house.

So Marilyn and I go back and start looking. And looking. And in the midst of looking, I realize I do not have my keys either.

Not good. Not good.

We tore apart the entire house, to no avail. By this time I'm a bit panicked. I decided to call it a day and start looking again the next morning. But as I drifted off to sleep, a thought crept into my mind...What if I had put my keys and phone on top of the car when I went to help mom unlock the door and forgot about them?

No, surely not.

But maybe?....

So the next morning I start walking down the block. I cross onto the major street in the elementary school parking lot, and something glinty catches my eye. My phone!

The back had been bumped off, but it still worked. Whohoo!

So then I started looking for the keys. This did not seem to want to go my way. After covering the entire main street, no keys were to be found.

At this point I started calling locksmiths, and of course everyone was closed. Then I called about renting a car to get back to Austin, "just in cases..." and found out one way would cost $530. The woman actually laughed when she told me the price.

Then it was time for breakdown.

Then I started calling locksmiths again. I finally got through to one who said they could help and would be out first thing Mon morning.

So I spent the day in peace.

At 7 a.m. the locksmith called to say they were coming.

Whohoo!

At 7:05 a.m. the locksmith called to say that since I had a Honda, they would not be able to make a key. Apparently they only work on domestics.

Once again, time for breakdown.

In the end, I was able to get ahold of my roadside service, who was able to get ahold of another locksmith, who was able to ($100 later) get my a new set of keys to my car.

Hallelujah.

So now that I'm safely back in Austin, I'm heading to the locksmith to have about 15 sets of car keys made.

Better safe than sorry.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Canonical Sentences


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Originally uploaded by verretc.

"A canonical form is a basic form that a sentence in natural language can be reduced to."

(Photo by Nate T.)

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Dear Scary Man on the Bus...

STOP STARING AT ME!!!!!!!

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Even Schlotzsky's Deli...

...has wireless internet! (For Free!)

Blogging from a scary office (without wireless connection) near you...

So today is the first day I have really gotten to go inside and view my "office."

There is a system of keys here at the university that is tres complique...basically having to get a special form from the secretary, then drag your ass across campus in the stifling heat to pick up the key set from a scary building labeled, "Keys." And, as my new best friend, fellow TA, and office mate Andre said, "How friendly can be people be who spend 8 hours a day giving out keys?"

Yes, I quite agree.

So, given last week's high temperatures, my inherent laziness, and perhaps justified fear, I just haven't gone to get them yet.

Fortunately, one of the other TAs had a spare set and gave me hers. Hooray! Kind of.

I share a space with a couple other TAs, although how many I don't know because Andre and I are the only ones who have actually gone in here and staked claim.

It appears that this space was once used as storage for the annual French play, so among the desks and one stray computer there is also a papier mache brick wall, a wooden telephone booth, a blonde wig, and what appears to be a red sequin bra.

I'm stylin'.

Actually, I don't really care about any of that, my main annoyance is that the wireless network does not seem to reach up here, since we are (quite literally) in the rafters.

Not that it's a big deal, cause there's a computer in here and a lab right next door, but still. I want to use my lil' iBook.

Oh well. At least I have a swivel chair.

And a red sequin bra.