object lesson #34
today is apparently my day for Unique Experiences.
1. last night i napped from 1030 to 12 and then intended to spend all night tooling 6.003 for my final this morning. this went fine until around 4, when i was halfway through making my review sheet and couldn't concentrate worth a damn. so i figured i'd nap a little more, then study straight on til morning. one thing led to another, and then suddenly it was 930. so i grabbed my half-finished review sheet (cobbled together from TR's LaTeX'd review sheets and my handwritten interpretations), threw on the skirt and tank top i'd put on yesterday after my post-thesis shower, and hurried to johnson, where they let me take the exam anyway. (i'd expected to fail it, but it was easier than i expected, but i hadn't reviewed half the material so i suspect i failed it anyway. good thing i don't need the credits.)
2. walking over to johnson, i'd refrained from running b/c, wonder of wonders, i had to pee. this made exam-taking extra exciting, but what to do? after the exam i head for the first bathroom i find; of course, there's a line. as usual, i say 'fuck this!' and cross the hall to the men's room. astute readers may recall that i'm wearing a skirt and a tight shirt, and may also further deduce that post-exam, the men's room is actually no less crowded than the women's room. but i kept my eyes to myself and moved fast (since i picked a stall that didn't latch, even.) and so far as i can tell, no one gave any sign of noticing. finals: when math is the only thing that matters.
3. for those who laugh at me when i get twitchy about how pale i am, i sat outside on some concrete for 10-15 minutes to eat my burrito. i now have a tan line from where my legs were crossed (well, it helps if you know where to look)! this is madness. tomorrow afternoon, around my plotting and my interviewing, i'm taking naps in the sun. rahr.
relatedly, i hear i should put sunblock on my tattoo; i've never used sunblock in my life. what sorts are good, and how should i strike a balance between protecting the ink and making that area pasty-pale compared to the rest of me? i suspect it's hopeless. woe.
also, i am now well and truly done, mod a bunch of errands i've been putting off. but i'm stuck at work, so i'm going to read a book instead.
edit: i am 50 pages into this book, and it is fantastic. i think i will write a more detailed review when i'm done, but the sentence that just made me stop and resolve to post: "Two objects as huge as skyscrapers and as massive as lead will take centuries to crawl into the same bed over a foot of distance, if nothing but their mutual gravitational attraction is drawing them together; even love is faster than that." midway through two whole paragraphs worth of parenthetical explication, no less. mmmm, [vintage] *science* fiction.
1. last night i napped from 1030 to 12 and then intended to spend all night tooling 6.003 for my final this morning. this went fine until around 4, when i was halfway through making my review sheet and couldn't concentrate worth a damn. so i figured i'd nap a little more, then study straight on til morning. one thing led to another, and then suddenly it was 930. so i grabbed my half-finished review sheet (cobbled together from TR's LaTeX'd review sheets and my handwritten interpretations), threw on the skirt and tank top i'd put on yesterday after my post-thesis shower, and hurried to johnson, where they let me take the exam anyway. (i'd expected to fail it, but it was easier than i expected, but i hadn't reviewed half the material so i suspect i failed it anyway. good thing i don't need the credits.)
2. walking over to johnson, i'd refrained from running b/c, wonder of wonders, i had to pee. this made exam-taking extra exciting, but what to do? after the exam i head for the first bathroom i find; of course, there's a line. as usual, i say 'fuck this!' and cross the hall to the men's room. astute readers may recall that i'm wearing a skirt and a tight shirt, and may also further deduce that post-exam, the men's room is actually no less crowded than the women's room. but i kept my eyes to myself and moved fast (since i picked a stall that didn't latch, even.) and so far as i can tell, no one gave any sign of noticing. finals: when math is the only thing that matters.
3. for those who laugh at me when i get twitchy about how pale i am, i sat outside on some concrete for 10-15 minutes to eat my burrito. i now have a tan line from where my legs were crossed (well, it helps if you know where to look)! this is madness. tomorrow afternoon, around my plotting and my interviewing, i'm taking naps in the sun. rahr.
relatedly, i hear i should put sunblock on my tattoo; i've never used sunblock in my life. what sorts are good, and how should i strike a balance between protecting the ink and making that area pasty-pale compared to the rest of me? i suspect it's hopeless. woe.
also, i am now well and truly done, mod a bunch of errands i've been putting off. but i'm stuck at work, so i'm going to read a book instead.
edit: i am 50 pages into this book, and it is fantastic. i think i will write a more detailed review when i'm done, but the sentence that just made me stop and resolve to post: "Two objects as huge as skyscrapers and as massive as lead will take centuries to crawl into the same bed over a foot of distance, if nothing but their mutual gravitational attraction is drawing them together; even love is faster than that." midway through two whole paragraphs worth of parenthetical explication, no less. mmmm, [vintage] *science* fiction.