Friday, September 02, 2005
ignore my whining about the difficulty of the courses i was going to take at the beginning of each semester; this semester takes the cake.
i woke up to bio pee chem lecture and found out that , apart from the dozens of premeds chattering away, i need to reaquaint myself with calculus, which i took like er, two years ago. and whats more, the calc required is at a slightly higher level then i took; ie, partial derivatives and other higher level stuff. so mr zonda, save my ass pleeeze. and the problem sets look more like calc homework then one pertaining to biopeeee chem. the worst part is that i don't need to take this course in the first place, but as usual i had to torture myself. wtf wtf wtf.
next up was russian literature, " cheyekov" (Chekhov) in translation, the translation part being in theory. i walked into the discussion room with 28 ang mohs and one asian - me. the russian prof walked in, took a look at me for a while and said "hrm we er-er-er still er-er-er ha-fe famirrrrliarrrr faces. (heavy rlussian accent) " at least he prononced my name correctly. it turns out that the russian zh is prononced similar to the hanyu pingyin zh. but of course, everyone was looking at me like i didn't know a hoot about russian history and figures in russian history. hell i almost corrected the old prof because he gave a wrong date for the Emancipation of Serfs by Tsar Nicky- only my uncomfortable position as the most eyeballed person in the room stopped me. its understandable though, since its like once in a blue moon a yellow skinned monkey learnt something slavic like russian- i wonder what would the reaction of the TA if i took russian as a third language next year. but ne'mine at least got a slavic chiobu sitting accross me. shes hot. damn.......
then its back to the Mcardle for a spot of bio. Two things made my balls shrink. The fact was that Prof P. was teaching the course and he recognized me and attempted to make eye contact. Prof P. was my first lab PI when i was a freshman two years ago, and who attempted to pair me with a non-engrish speaking postdoc and of course i didn't learn much and left the lab a semester later; though he was nice enough to help me secure my present lab position, the disconcerting thing is that he was the sole reason why my GPA's not 4.0 ; fair enough, i didn't do much in his lab, and i didn't know how to suck cock also. but thats another story for another day. the other reason was that no undergraduates who took this course got an A last year. that i don't mind, but u know, with the sponsor's fixation on letter grades, any false move i make this sem will cause me a warning letter the very least.
so i better play my cards right this sem. and of course exercise my jaw. and my wrist. i think i have to angkat a bit of bolah in order to survive sial.
i woke up to bio pee chem lecture and found out that , apart from the dozens of premeds chattering away, i need to reaquaint myself with calculus, which i took like er, two years ago. and whats more, the calc required is at a slightly higher level then i took; ie, partial derivatives and other higher level stuff. so mr zonda, save my ass pleeeze. and the problem sets look more like calc homework then one pertaining to biopeeee chem. the worst part is that i don't need to take this course in the first place, but as usual i had to torture myself. wtf wtf wtf.
next up was russian literature, " cheyekov" (Chekhov) in translation, the translation part being in theory. i walked into the discussion room with 28 ang mohs and one asian - me. the russian prof walked in, took a look at me for a while and said "hrm we er-er-er still er-er-er ha-fe famirrrrliarrrr faces. (heavy rlussian accent) " at least he prononced my name correctly. it turns out that the russian zh is prononced similar to the hanyu pingyin zh. but of course, everyone was looking at me like i didn't know a hoot about russian history and figures in russian history. hell i almost corrected the old prof because he gave a wrong date for the Emancipation of Serfs by Tsar Nicky- only my uncomfortable position as the most eyeballed person in the room stopped me. its understandable though, since its like once in a blue moon a yellow skinned monkey learnt something slavic like russian- i wonder what would the reaction of the TA if i took russian as a third language next year. but ne'mine at least got a slavic chiobu sitting accross me. shes hot. damn.......
then its back to the Mcardle for a spot of bio. Two things made my balls shrink. The fact was that Prof P. was teaching the course and he recognized me and attempted to make eye contact. Prof P. was my first lab PI when i was a freshman two years ago, and who attempted to pair me with a non-engrish speaking postdoc and of course i didn't learn much and left the lab a semester later; though he was nice enough to help me secure my present lab position, the disconcerting thing is that he was the sole reason why my GPA's not 4.0 ; fair enough, i didn't do much in his lab, and i didn't know how to suck cock also. but thats another story for another day. the other reason was that no undergraduates who took this course got an A last year. that i don't mind, but u know, with the sponsor's fixation on letter grades, any false move i make this sem will cause me a warning letter the very least.
so i better play my cards right this sem. and of course exercise my jaw. and my wrist. i think i have to angkat a bit of bolah in order to survive sial.
