My second semester started on Monday. It’s not at all noteworthy, save for the horrible, horrible experience of trying to sign up for classes. The plan was to take 21 credits this semester, but I can’t line up more than 13 (!) credits. There simply aren’t classes available. I’ve been checking — no joke — …
Category Archives: School
Overheard.
“So, global warming…that’s not real, is it? I mean, it’s just a theory, right?” -Student, talking to another student, after listening to an hour-long lecture detailing the origins, proof, and ramifications of global warming.
Ocupado.
I’m doing virtually nothing but finals for the next 11 days. If you want something, you’ll have to wait, or do it yourself.
Snow weenies.
I woke up this morning to find, as forecast, that a couple of inches of snow had fallen. After a warm bowl of oatmeal, I suited up and trekked across campus to my 9:30am class. The streets and sidewalks were clear, so I was rather surprised to arrive right on time, only to find that …
“Homosexuality is nothing but a sin”
I go to school with these people. I should get a medal or something.
How is VT like a bar?
There are no clocks anywhere at Virginia Tech, at least anywhere that I’ve been. Not in the classrooms, not in the library, not in the assembly halls. What’s up with that?
Strange comforts.
In one of my classes, I often sit behind one particular kid. He’s probably 19 or 20 years old, and tends to dress in a manner best described as “preppy” — crisp-collared dress shirts, sweater vests, penny loafers, sharp-edged slacks, and often a Ralph Lauren Polo jacket with a liner that appears to have been …
Learned incompetence.
Every paper that I have written for school is contrived, unoriginal, uninteresting garbage. That’s exactly what my teachers want us to write. I don’t want to write it, they don’t want to read it. I get As on all of them. I write things like this: Hume’s hierarchy of the flow of information through the …
Erythema annulare?
There’s a girl that sits in front of me in one of my classes that wears low-low jeans. They’re so low cut that I can see the top of her butt. Where she’s had, for at least a month, a butt rash.
Virginia Tech in autumn.
October 16, 2003, 10:47am. Burruss Hall on a crisp fall morning.