I dislike being sick. I used to love being sick, in fact.
It meant I didn't have to go to school and I hated school until college.
Of course the only class I like that I'm currently in right now is my Crime Scene class. The rest of them seem completely pointless to me.
Becoming a doctor exposes me to sick people, and where there are sick people there are sicknesses... meaning that I will eventually get sick.
Hopefully not badly.
Anyways I'm sick right now.
Like the sniffly, sneezy kind of sick. The kind of sick that mucus loves.
Mucus.
My arch enemy. It and I never see eye to it.
It wants to drain out of every orifice of my body. It wants my eyes to water with pressure in my sinuses. It wants me to be miserable every time I shower by dripping all over me.
Mucus and I just aren't friends. If mucus and I met on the street our conversation would go like this:
Mucus: "Hey! What's hangin'?" Then he would laugh and chortle about his stupid, gross joke.
Me: "Go the heck away!" Then I would blow my nose and he would fly away.
That is how I feel.
Showing posts with label class. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Les Miserable (Lay Miz-er-ab)
When you were in college there was always that one kid in your class that you hated more than anyone else.
Be they obnoxiously self satisfied, or just plain obnoxious, they got on your nerves.
That kid is also the kid that likes to interrupt the teacher in order to make a statement that has nothing to do with what you're talking about... it's usually an anecdotal analogy that will most likely start some kind of a back and forth conversation between the professor and this "intelligent person".
You always assume that these people are attempting to boost their self esteem because they are trying to make others look stupid.
It's usually these people, however, that make themselves look stupid, because they don't seem to understand that NO ONE CARES!
No one cares that your grandmother from Russia came to America and then went back and left all of the stuff behind.
No one cares that your uncle is from England.
NO ONE CARES THAT YOU ARE UNEDUCATED!
Unless your story has some tie in to the story, or helps qualify your statement, no one cares about them.
If I say "The conditions were rough in Vietnam." And someone asked me how I knew, I could say. "My dad is a Vietnam vet."
I would not go into some long winded round-about story.
You know those stories, right?
The ones where at the end of the story you wonder what they were talking about before the story started?
Yeah, those are the stories these people come out with.
Of course as I'm saying all this I start to realize that this is exactly what I am doing.
Once you get to the end of this post you will be wondering why you wasted your life reading it...
Maybe that's what I planned... :)
Be they obnoxiously self satisfied, or just plain obnoxious, they got on your nerves.
That kid is also the kid that likes to interrupt the teacher in order to make a statement that has nothing to do with what you're talking about... it's usually an anecdotal analogy that will most likely start some kind of a back and forth conversation between the professor and this "intelligent person".
You always assume that these people are attempting to boost their self esteem because they are trying to make others look stupid.
It's usually these people, however, that make themselves look stupid, because they don't seem to understand that NO ONE CARES!
No one cares that your grandmother from Russia came to America and then went back and left all of the stuff behind.
No one cares that your uncle is from England.
NO ONE CARES THAT YOU ARE UNEDUCATED!
Unless your story has some tie in to the story, or helps qualify your statement, no one cares about them.
If I say "The conditions were rough in Vietnam." And someone asked me how I knew, I could say. "My dad is a Vietnam vet."
I would not go into some long winded round-about story.
You know those stories, right?
The ones where at the end of the story you wonder what they were talking about before the story started?
Yeah, those are the stories these people come out with.
Of course as I'm saying all this I start to realize that this is exactly what I am doing.
Once you get to the end of this post you will be wondering why you wasted your life reading it...
Maybe that's what I planned... :)
Monday, November 1, 2010
SQUIRRELS!
I have always wondered why they put a giant wall of windows in classrooms.
I have ADHD. Giving me an open window with trees and grass and squirrels is a terrible idea, you expect me to choose which is more interesting to look at?
You, professor, or SQUIRRELS?
I think you know who would win.
Squirrels demand more of my attention. I have to focus in order to watch them coil their tiny bodies to jump onto the tree in the foreground of my sight. I need to pay attention in order to have a staring match with it as he clings to the side of the tree, moving his jaw back and forth like a rabbit with palsy.
You, on the other hand, stand in the same place and drone about fiction.
I know all about fiction. I read it... all the time...
Of course at least I can look at squirrels and other interesting furry creatures in your class, fiction teacher.
You are far better than economics teacher that prefers to stand at the bottom of a little, dark auditorium and talk.
HE TALKS.
I know this seems normal, oh, professors talk all the time.
But when you talk for 50 minutes straight in a dark, warm room... most likely I'm going to sleep. Because those are the conditions to make me sleep.
Do you honestly think anyone pays attention in your class?
Hmm?
Oh you're asking a question? We're all shopping online for shoes or a new coat or maybe a new way to remove you from your position as economics professor.
Me?
I spend all 50 minutes either sleeping or posting on this blog. Sometimes I even catch up on the sleep that you deprive me from when I have to teach myself what you fail to.
I have ADHD. Giving me an open window with trees and grass and squirrels is a terrible idea, you expect me to choose which is more interesting to look at?
You, professor, or SQUIRRELS?
I think you know who would win.
Squirrels demand more of my attention. I have to focus in order to watch them coil their tiny bodies to jump onto the tree in the foreground of my sight. I need to pay attention in order to have a staring match with it as he clings to the side of the tree, moving his jaw back and forth like a rabbit with palsy.
You, on the other hand, stand in the same place and drone about fiction.
I know all about fiction. I read it... all the time...
Of course at least I can look at squirrels and other interesting furry creatures in your class, fiction teacher.
You are far better than economics teacher that prefers to stand at the bottom of a little, dark auditorium and talk.
HE TALKS.
I know this seems normal, oh, professors talk all the time.
But when you talk for 50 minutes straight in a dark, warm room... most likely I'm going to sleep. Because those are the conditions to make me sleep.
Do you honestly think anyone pays attention in your class?
Hmm?
Oh you're asking a question? We're all shopping online for shoes or a new coat or maybe a new way to remove you from your position as economics professor.
Me?
I spend all 50 minutes either sleeping or posting on this blog. Sometimes I even catch up on the sleep that you deprive me from when I have to teach myself what you fail to.
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