I haven’t written a school post yet this semester. I am, indeed, slacking. Honestly, though, I’ve only got one week under my belt so it’s not quite that bad.
I’m done with my maths. Did I mention I passed Trig? Oh, yes. But now that I’m done with those courses, I don’t get to see Professor SexyPants anymore. This is sad, but we must all move on. We can’t dwell on the negative, people! Buck up and all that jazz.
Now I’m working on the final 6 courses for my AAB–which I’ll finally have next December1. This semester is going to be interesting because I get to break work on Windows Servers and cool ass websites (again!!). I’m also taking College Writing as my cake course this semester. Hahaha! Or so I thought.
Want to hear a funny? We were having a discussion on cultural stereotypes and how advertising drives those. The one ad we were critiquing had a dude in outdoorsie clothes, in the woods, getting ready to board a hydroplane. The ad said “Are you ready for Adventure?” Now, my first thought was that it was either very homoerotic (considering the adventure wording and the dude’s facial expression) or it was a dude getting ready to do some kickass adventure stuff in his plane. Apparently I’m stupid, because I was way off (according to my professor– who is very odd and not at all sexy).
Most of the class decided that the ad was aimed at wealthy men or women because dude had a compass on his watch. Apparently these are very expensive. I dunno. He also was walking toward this plane. The ad mentioned “lemon zest” and “sparkling grapefruit” so I’m thinking dude is in Florida and getting ready to take some folks on a jaunt to the Caribbean2. But the rest of the class thought it was an elitist ad, mostly because that’s the way the professor led them.
The problem for me came when I tried to explain my train of thought. If you ever experience fibrofog, don’t ever do this. Ever. I had the worst case of tip-of-the-tongue I have ever had. I couldn’t find the right words to save my life. Someone in the back laughed at me3 and the professor just kind of cocked an eyebrow in my general direction. But did I stop? Hell to the no. Of course mortal humiliation isn’t going to shut me up.
So, I tried to explain why I thought Adventure Dude was going to hop down to the islands for some fun in the sun. That reinforced their idea that he’s elitist. I couldn’t articulate that I thought drug running was actually the way he made his moolah. I mean, seriously? They couldn’t see that? Don’t these people watch “Burn Notice” or old episodes of “Miami Vice”? Sheesh.
Then we’re discussing another ad. This one is stark white, with black lettering that says “YourSpace”. There’s a vehicle of some sort pictured (it’s green) and some shit at the bottom. What stood out to me about the ad was the text at the bottom which included “when a homepage just isn’t enough”. Hello! Not only did they play on “MySpace”4 but they added to that internet based language. Did anyone pick up on that? No. And the professor, God bless him, insisted that the “YourSpace” meant that there was enough space in the vehicle to have an enjoyable ride.
Of course I tried to explain to him that maybe parents would be interested in getting their kids off of MySpace or FaceBook and their texting paraphernalia, but he didn’t get it. Did he miss the age of the Intertoobs? Apparently. I bet if I brought up Ceiling Cat he’d look at me like I had a big old booger hanging from my nose. Of course, ye old T.o.t.T struck again and I looked like a complete and utter idiot. That didn’t stop me though. I’m pretty sure my new Prof hates my brain-damaged guts. I guess I wouldn’t blame him. I mean, I did sound like I’d been hitting the tequila way too hard.
Now for a little whine: it’s fucking frustrating to be want to participate in the conversation and explain why his outdated ideas are all kinds of fuckered up but not be able to do that. I wanted to come home and just sew my own damned lips shut. Humiliation is not a strong enough word for what I felt when I left that class. What’s the point of having a brain but not being able to use it. I’d live with 100x the pain of this god-forsaken disease if I could just get rid of the fucking fog. Fibrofog may not seem serious to anyone else, but it’s pretty much driving me over the edge.
I’ll have to remind myself to shut the fuck up on Tuesday. Really. I mean, the man did say to let someone else talk for a while. I don’t blame him. I’d kick my ass out of the class if I was him.
And so ends my first school sucks post of the semester.
Peace, love and lollipops.
I’d have that motherfucker this May if it weren’t for some dude cheating on my ass, but that’s water under the bridge, yes? [↩]
For some killer smoke, of course, but I didn’t bring that up. [↩]
Which caused me to glare at them as a mother would at her disrespectful child. [↩]
English sucks
I haven’t written a school post yet this semester. I am, indeed, slacking. Honestly, though, I’ve only got one week under my belt so it’s not quite that bad.
I’m done with my maths. Did I mention I passed Trig? Oh, yes. But now that I’m done with those courses, I don’t get to see Professor SexyPants anymore. This is sad, but we must all move on. We can’t dwell on the negative, people! Buck up and all that jazz.
Now I’m working on the final 6 courses for my AAB–which I’ll finally have next December1. This semester is going to be interesting because I get to
breakwork on Windows Servers and cool ass websites (again!!). I’m also taking College Writing as my cake course this semester. Hahaha! Or so I thought.Want to hear a funny? We were having a discussion on cultural stereotypes and how advertising drives those. The one ad we were critiquing had a dude in outdoorsie clothes, in the woods, getting ready to board a hydroplane. The ad said “Are you ready for Adventure?” Now, my first thought was that it was either very homoerotic (considering the adventure wording and the dude’s facial expression) or it was a dude getting ready to do some kickass adventure stuff in his plane. Apparently I’m stupid, because I was way off (according to my professor– who is very odd and not at all sexy).
Most of the class decided that the ad was aimed at wealthy men or women because dude had a compass on his watch. Apparently these are very expensive. I dunno. He also was walking toward this plane. The ad mentioned “lemon zest” and “sparkling grapefruit” so I’m thinking dude is in Florida and getting ready to take some folks on a jaunt to the Caribbean2. But the rest of the class thought it was an elitist ad, mostly because that’s the way the professor led them.
The problem for me came when I tried to explain my train of thought. If you ever experience fibrofog, don’t ever do this. Ever. I had the worst case of tip-of-the-tongue I have ever had. I couldn’t find the right words to save my life. Someone in the back laughed at me3 and the professor just kind of cocked an eyebrow in my general direction. But did I stop? Hell to the no. Of course mortal humiliation isn’t going to shut me up.
So, I tried to explain why I thought Adventure Dude was going to hop down to the islands for some fun in the sun. That reinforced their idea that he’s elitist. I couldn’t articulate that I thought drug running was actually the way he made his moolah. I mean, seriously? They couldn’t see that? Don’t these people watch “Burn Notice” or old episodes of “Miami Vice”? Sheesh.
Then we’re discussing another ad. This one is stark white, with black lettering that says “YourSpace”. There’s a vehicle of some sort pictured (it’s green) and some shit at the bottom. What stood out to me about the ad was the text at the bottom which included “when a homepage just isn’t enough”. Hello! Not only did they play on “MySpace”4 but they added to that internet based language. Did anyone pick up on that? No. And the professor, God bless him, insisted that the “YourSpace” meant that there was enough space in the vehicle to have an enjoyable ride.
Of course I tried to explain to him that maybe parents would be interested in getting their kids off of MySpace or FaceBook and their texting paraphernalia, but he didn’t get it. Did he miss the age of the Intertoobs? Apparently. I bet if I brought up Ceiling Cat he’d look at me like I had a big old booger hanging from my nose. Of course, ye old T.o.t.T struck again and I looked like a complete and utter idiot. That didn’t stop me though. I’m pretty sure my new Prof hates my brain-damaged guts. I guess I wouldn’t blame him. I mean, I did sound like I’d been hitting the tequila way too hard.
Now for a little whine: it’s fucking frustrating to be want to participate in the conversation and explain why his outdated ideas are all kinds of fuckered up but not be able to do that. I wanted to come home and just sew my own damned lips shut. Humiliation is not a strong enough word for what I felt when I left that class. What’s the point of having a brain but not being able to use it. I’d live with 100x the pain of this god-forsaken disease if I could just get rid of the fucking fog. Fibrofog may not seem serious to anyone else, but it’s pretty much driving me over the edge.
I’ll have to remind myself to shut the fuck up on Tuesday. Really. I mean, the man did say to let someone else talk for a while. I don’t blame him. I’d kick my ass out of the class if I was him.
And so ends my first school sucks post of the semester.
Peace, love and lollipops.
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