...Once a year or so. The real point is that I want one of these:
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=lqT_dPApj9U
because who doesn't want a balloon-animal dispensing coke machine?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Friday, September 12, 2008
It's sort of like a course requirement...
Except in blog. The required "courses and professors for the semester" post.
Math for the Sciences (part 1). This course makes me cry. Because I don't understand a blessed thing. I mean, I think I like it. I just don't think I've learned any of the material up to this point. So that's an entire unit I'm already lost on.
This cannot end well.
Professor: Magid. We don't know how to pronounce it. May-j-id? Mage-d? Mag-ed? Mag-id? He's a nice enough professor. Worst Handwriting Ever. He wrote "form" on the board today--I swear it looked like "fuck"and I sat there wondering why he was writing bad words. I think I like him. He seems like a nice person. I just wish I knew what the hell he was talking about. Also my only male professor this semester.
Linear Algebra: so far.. it's not impossible. A few things I don't know. This class is a blessing because homework (while given daily) doesn't count toward our grade unless we're 'on the fence' grade wise. I imagine, once we do formal proofs, it will get harder. However, right now things are moving along in a way I understand
Professor: Wang. She's soft spoken. Well organized... kind of. Her handwriting is amazingly clear.
Introduction to Thermodynamics and Quantum Mechanics with Lab: Is exactly what it sounds like. Quantum is not too hard. It's a little difficult on a conceptual level, but once you get past that the math tends to follow. At least for most people. I grasp the concepts easily, but the math is a little harder. So far, though, I really enjoy it. The only class I'm not falling asleep in.
Professor: Lannert. I adore her. She explains things well. She isn't fussy when she messes up math. She grades our homework (first professor I've had to do that). She invents words like Isovolumetric. Definitely the most interesting in class.
Lab Professor: Bauer. He's one of those people who is clearly so intelligent his words can't keep up with his brain. Understanding and funny and mocked me a little bit for accidentally turning my computer off with my foot. He seems to work well with the small focused groups of students, and actually stays with you until the problem is solved. I, so far, enjoy lab. We write codes to graph things on Matlab. Funfun.
Introduction to Linguistics: Also enjoying this. Quite a lot, seeing as it's my only class that has no numbers in it. Most of the material is actually pretty interesting. We learned about aphasias and "animal languages" and there are many many many examples of the different ways Languages can be used and thought about and written down. See that there? That was an example of how, in any human language, sentences can be almost infinitely long. If I wasn't already doubled up with math and physics, I'd add a linguistics minor. My only class with a male student--Roland. Olin boy. Tall. Male. Not much else to say. I talk a lot in this class. Eventually, it will piss the other students off. But I will get my 10% class participation grade!
Professor: Carpenter. Jamaican professor from New York--she doesn't have much of an accent, exactly. However, you can hear the Jamaican a LITTLE bit, and the New York slips out in her vowels. She seems really nice. I'll know more about her after our first one-on-one meeting.
And that's everybody. Now I've got pizza to eat at the science center.
Remember, if you do it right, they'll never know what hit them.
L
Math for the Sciences (part 1). This course makes me cry. Because I don't understand a blessed thing. I mean, I think I like it. I just don't think I've learned any of the material up to this point. So that's an entire unit I'm already lost on.
This cannot end well.
Professor: Magid. We don't know how to pronounce it. May-j-id? Mage-d? Mag-ed? Mag-id? He's a nice enough professor. Worst Handwriting Ever. He wrote "form" on the board today--I swear it looked like "fuck"and I sat there wondering why he was writing bad words. I think I like him. He seems like a nice person. I just wish I knew what the hell he was talking about. Also my only male professor this semester.
Linear Algebra: so far.. it's not impossible. A few things I don't know. This class is a blessing because homework (while given daily) doesn't count toward our grade unless we're 'on the fence' grade wise. I imagine, once we do formal proofs, it will get harder. However, right now things are moving along in a way I understand
Professor: Wang. She's soft spoken. Well organized... kind of. Her handwriting is amazingly clear.
Introduction to Thermodynamics and Quantum Mechanics with Lab: Is exactly what it sounds like. Quantum is not too hard. It's a little difficult on a conceptual level, but once you get past that the math tends to follow. At least for most people. I grasp the concepts easily, but the math is a little harder. So far, though, I really enjoy it. The only class I'm not falling asleep in.
Professor: Lannert. I adore her. She explains things well. She isn't fussy when she messes up math. She grades our homework (first professor I've had to do that). She invents words like Isovolumetric. Definitely the most interesting in class.
Lab Professor: Bauer. He's one of those people who is clearly so intelligent his words can't keep up with his brain. Understanding and funny and mocked me a little bit for accidentally turning my computer off with my foot. He seems to work well with the small focused groups of students, and actually stays with you until the problem is solved. I, so far, enjoy lab. We write codes to graph things on Matlab. Funfun.
Introduction to Linguistics: Also enjoying this. Quite a lot, seeing as it's my only class that has no numbers in it. Most of the material is actually pretty interesting. We learned about aphasias and "animal languages" and there are many many many examples of the different ways Languages can be used and thought about and written down. See that there? That was an example of how, in any human language, sentences can be almost infinitely long. If I wasn't already doubled up with math and physics, I'd add a linguistics minor. My only class with a male student--Roland. Olin boy. Tall. Male. Not much else to say. I talk a lot in this class. Eventually, it will piss the other students off. But I will get my 10% class participation grade!
Professor: Carpenter. Jamaican professor from New York--she doesn't have much of an accent, exactly. However, you can hear the Jamaican a LITTLE bit, and the New York slips out in her vowels. She seems really nice. I'll know more about her after our first one-on-one meeting.
And that's everybody. Now I've got pizza to eat at the science center.
Remember, if you do it right, they'll never know what hit them.
L
Friday, August 29, 2008
Oh Wellesley...
Regardless of the fact that I do happen to be one, I will never understand women.
Ever.
Because we just don't make any sense.
So, McCain announced that he's picked Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his Vice-President. Palin is, to the naked eye at least, a woman.
One would think that Wellesley students would be pleased. That, y'know, while Hillary "Glass Ceilings Hurt When You Hit Your Head On Them" Clinton can't win a nomination, we might see a woman as VP in 2004. Putting a dent in that "glass ceiling." And, given how VPs like to run for President, there's a shot at Clinton v. Palin for 2012.
No.
We at Wellesley are offended by McCain choosing a woman. How DARE he choose a woman! The bastard. Because, really, he had no reason to choose her aside from the fact that she's got tits, and it appeals to women voters to vote for someone with tits. The fact that she has a reputation as a maverick, separates his campaign from Bush, and appeals to those independent voters has nothing to do with it whatsoever.
I want people to argue, but mostly the Wellesley Republicans (closeted bunch they are) are too busy reeling over the fact that he didn't pick Romneykins.
So... where do I stand?
Not sure, still. Emotionally, I can't bring myself to vote for Obama. I don't trust him. I don't think he has any fiscal sense. And, while this is the same as hating the Yankees not because they suck pond scum, but because of the FANS, I've started to despise Obama Supporters. However, McCain, socially, hurts me a little inside. Internationally, I'm frightened he's going to really fuck something up.
At this point, there may not BE voting from me. As much as I believe that I've got the power and should use it...
a) I don't trust either candidate
b) I still haven't found time to register. Nag me when I'm not heading to college.
Remember, folks: Power Corrupts. Absolute Power? Still Pretty Fucking Nifty.
L
Ever.
Because we just don't make any sense.
So, McCain announced that he's picked Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his Vice-President. Palin is, to the naked eye at least, a woman.
One would think that Wellesley students would be pleased. That, y'know, while Hillary "Glass Ceilings Hurt When You Hit Your Head On Them" Clinton can't win a nomination, we might see a woman as VP in 2004. Putting a dent in that "glass ceiling." And, given how VPs like to run for President, there's a shot at Clinton v. Palin for 2012.
No.
We at Wellesley are offended by McCain choosing a woman. How DARE he choose a woman! The bastard. Because, really, he had no reason to choose her aside from the fact that she's got tits, and it appeals to women voters to vote for someone with tits. The fact that she has a reputation as a maverick, separates his campaign from Bush, and appeals to those independent voters has nothing to do with it whatsoever.
I want people to argue, but mostly the Wellesley Republicans (closeted bunch they are) are too busy reeling over the fact that he didn't pick Romneykins.
So... where do I stand?
Not sure, still. Emotionally, I can't bring myself to vote for Obama. I don't trust him. I don't think he has any fiscal sense. And, while this is the same as hating the Yankees not because they suck pond scum, but because of the FANS, I've started to despise Obama Supporters. However, McCain, socially, hurts me a little inside. Internationally, I'm frightened he's going to really fuck something up.
At this point, there may not BE voting from me. As much as I believe that I've got the power and should use it...
a) I don't trust either candidate
b) I still haven't found time to register. Nag me when I'm not heading to college.
Remember, folks: Power Corrupts. Absolute Power? Still Pretty Fucking Nifty.
L
Monday, August 4, 2008
You? Again? Don't you have a life?
No. No I do not.
However, given that any other blog I touch turns into a distressing place that might put the "emo" in "Pokemon" (or a word that doesn't have an e, m, or o in it), I think I need somewhere to post... things the world (or some small chunk of it) might find interesting. Hopefully, I will manage to both post regularly about the little things that make up existence. In a perfect world, these things might be witty.
To start, I'm currently an 18 year, 311 days old person (but nobody really counts, right?). I'm female, and will be entering sophomore year at the Wonderful World Of Wellesley. I live in Boston, MA and Brooklyn, NY. I do like piña coladas, and don't usually object to getting caught in the rain. However, I have no particular desire for long walks on beaches or World Peace. My sign? Warning. Slippery When Wet. I am semi-employed as a full time student, with the normal pick-up jobs for full-time students (I work at the gym's front desk. I tutor. I pick up odd jobs for family friends and so on).
I am a nerd, geek, and overachiever. I play World of Warcraft (FOR THE HORDE... even if blood elves are the gayest thing since rainbow sprinkles). I plan a Math Major and Physics Minor (the two most "pure"--meaning abstract--fields of study in the physical/natural sciences). I color-code my notebooks with my schedule, based on subject. I laugh at the nerdy xkcd comics. I've ruined sex by making a Stargate SG1 reference. I (and every other girl in my age group) had my first wet dream involve Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I saw Iron Man three times, and explained that I had a crush on Tony Stark. Not Robert Downey Junior. Tony Fucking Stark. In terms of geeky females, all I need to do is hit up Comicon or Blizzcon to really cement my status.
I feel some need to defend myself. While I might be blogging at 2:30 AM, I am not really that bad. I sang alto in my High School Choir (alright.. probably not the best way to escape any stereotypes I've created). I've been dancing since I was three, and skiing since I was 5, and swimming before I can even remember. I hike, and while I can't really do anything by the way of team-sports, I'm not entirely hopeless.
There are the standard boring things. I listen to music (ranging from cello-metal-rock to showtunes to hiphop, skipping entirely over most classical, pop, jazz, rap, and country). I enjoy movies, although I can't say I have a real favorite. It depends on my mood. I can't fix, or even understand, my laptop. I don't really enjoy following most sports, the three exceptions being Hockey (Rangers), and World Cup Football (soccer) and Rugby. Perhaps because these sports don't stop as much, leaving me less time to get bored. I am painfully indecisive. I am a reasonably good Hearts player.
Once, I was described as follows: I have three layers (like Neopolitan Ice Cream). The first, outermost layer, is bright to the point of being a know-it-all. Intelligent, quick, ambitious, and a little bit cold. Not necessarily unfriendly, but remote. The second layer is a deceptive air of sweetness. The sort of thing that comes up in chick flicks where the snarky bitter bitch-chick is really a nice, sensitive woman-child who has just been misunderstood or jaded by some bad past experiences. Then you get under that, and the spiny bitch will start making cameo appearances again. Admittedly, I like this description. I enjoy the idea that I'm not entirely a wonderful person. That I've got a nasty bitch, and the fact I display it is really a sign that I like you enough to drop all the pretenses that I'm sugary sweet all the time.
The formalities of first-post, thankfully, are now mostly handled. First posts always feel like first blind dates. You don't know anything about this person. Maybe you like them. Maybe you hate them. Maybe you're just desperate enough for something that you sit through a movie, thinking whatever happens after, this is so not worth stale popcorn and flat soda. Who knows. I'll aim for something smart to happen later.
Today's Wisdom: The Knights See A Mighty Quarry. The Dragon Sees Breakfast, Lunch, And Dinner.
M
However, given that any other blog I touch turns into a distressing place that might put the "emo" in "Pokemon" (or a word that doesn't have an e, m, or o in it), I think I need somewhere to post... things the world (or some small chunk of it) might find interesting. Hopefully, I will manage to both post regularly about the little things that make up existence. In a perfect world, these things might be witty.
To start, I'm currently an 18 year, 311 days old person (but nobody really counts, right?). I'm female, and will be entering sophomore year at the Wonderful World Of Wellesley. I live in Boston, MA and Brooklyn, NY. I do like piña coladas, and don't usually object to getting caught in the rain. However, I have no particular desire for long walks on beaches or World Peace. My sign? Warning. Slippery When Wet. I am semi-employed as a full time student, with the normal pick-up jobs for full-time students (I work at the gym's front desk. I tutor. I pick up odd jobs for family friends and so on).
I am a nerd, geek, and overachiever. I play World of Warcraft (FOR THE HORDE... even if blood elves are the gayest thing since rainbow sprinkles). I plan a Math Major and Physics Minor (the two most "pure"--meaning abstract--fields of study in the physical/natural sciences). I color-code my notebooks with my schedule, based on subject. I laugh at the nerdy xkcd comics. I've ruined sex by making a Stargate SG1 reference. I (and every other girl in my age group) had my first wet dream involve Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I saw Iron Man three times, and explained that I had a crush on Tony Stark. Not Robert Downey Junior. Tony Fucking Stark. In terms of geeky females, all I need to do is hit up Comicon or Blizzcon to really cement my status.
I feel some need to defend myself. While I might be blogging at 2:30 AM, I am not really that bad. I sang alto in my High School Choir (alright.. probably not the best way to escape any stereotypes I've created). I've been dancing since I was three, and skiing since I was 5, and swimming before I can even remember. I hike, and while I can't really do anything by the way of team-sports, I'm not entirely hopeless.
There are the standard boring things. I listen to music (ranging from cello-metal-rock to showtunes to hiphop, skipping entirely over most classical, pop, jazz, rap, and country). I enjoy movies, although I can't say I have a real favorite. It depends on my mood. I can't fix, or even understand, my laptop. I don't really enjoy following most sports, the three exceptions being Hockey (Rangers), and World Cup Football (soccer) and Rugby. Perhaps because these sports don't stop as much, leaving me less time to get bored. I am painfully indecisive. I am a reasonably good Hearts player.
Once, I was described as follows: I have three layers (like Neopolitan Ice Cream). The first, outermost layer, is bright to the point of being a know-it-all. Intelligent, quick, ambitious, and a little bit cold. Not necessarily unfriendly, but remote. The second layer is a deceptive air of sweetness. The sort of thing that comes up in chick flicks where the snarky bitter bitch-chick is really a nice, sensitive woman-child who has just been misunderstood or jaded by some bad past experiences. Then you get under that, and the spiny bitch will start making cameo appearances again. Admittedly, I like this description. I enjoy the idea that I'm not entirely a wonderful person. That I've got a nasty bitch, and the fact I display it is really a sign that I like you enough to drop all the pretenses that I'm sugary sweet all the time.
The formalities of first-post, thankfully, are now mostly handled. First posts always feel like first blind dates. You don't know anything about this person. Maybe you like them. Maybe you hate them. Maybe you're just desperate enough for something that you sit through a movie, thinking whatever happens after, this is so not worth stale popcorn and flat soda. Who knows. I'll aim for something smart to happen later.
Today's Wisdom: The Knights See A Mighty Quarry. The Dragon Sees Breakfast, Lunch, And Dinner.
M
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