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Jan. 23rd, 2008 04:34 pmPermittez-moi vous présenter une image:
In Engineering seminar yesterday, some nice people from the scholarship office came by to talk to we engineering freshmen about how to make sure we retain or at least obtain our scholarships. The lady of the pair passed out some helpful information, and I was embarassed at the number of these negative things I marked. (stu's are marked too, in case you were wondering ;))
The lady started her spiel after the man had finished (he was getting, she was keeping) and drove home the point firmly that 'DO NOT DO THESE THINGS'. She spoke in caps, btw. I made a small resolution to try to stop doing these things.
On a tangential note, do you all know how everyone you have speak to you on succeeding at school says 'Make sure you ask questions!' 'There's no such thing as a stupid question!' (barring those that append 'well, yes there ARE stupid questions, but ask them anyways')? it seems that any time I have a question to ask, it's on something so trivial and obvious that I feel utterly ashamed at not having caught it myself, and wish I hadn't asked in the first place. I mean this is every single question. I did it at least twice today and still have the stinging tears of ineptitude streaming down my face on the recollection.
Needless to say, that seems to cause a learning barrier for me. Why is this so traumatic? I don't know.
Really I guess I should be working homework right now (French, Physics, Calculus, American Government? Take your pick! Although it's no where near as much as I had to do yesterday:]), but this is kinda similar and while I walk to class, these things pass through my mind, so I like to pass them on to you, those of you who have read this thing.
Last night I felt a creative surge. I went to bed and couldn't sleep for thinking of so many things. One of the things that stuck most strongly in my head was a poem, unfinished, with an image accompanying. The name was 'Victoria's Rose' and the image was of a lady-skeleton wearing a large dress (though now that I think of it, the dress was remarkably non-victorian) and a hat, facing away at a 1/4 angle from behind. The poem went something like this:
Victoria sat herself upon the lounge
And crossed her legs as mother had taught
And I hadn't really composed it much, but everytime I think about it I recompose it in my head, the feeling is that this is someone similar (obviously) to queen victoria, but not exactly, and she's a skeleton obviously, so the poem would have such clue words as 'ran her fingers across her skull, wiped the tears from her sockets', you know, the kind of stuff AP teachers love to prey upon.
I'll write it sometime. I'm just thankful I was able to remember it from last night. I guess I can make myself remember nighttime things pretty well, because I usually do. (this was the third or so night I've wondered, 'will I remember this tomorrow? what did I forget from last night?'
I found out my french "textbook" has the online quiz questions in the back so if I have some downtime on a day I have french, I can practice for our quizzes without the internet! (although the internet also provides the answers.)
Those were some of my thoughts today, maybe tomorrow I will have some more.
In Engineering seminar yesterday, some nice people from the scholarship office came by to talk to we engineering freshmen about how to make sure we retain or at least obtain our scholarships. The lady of the pair passed out some helpful information, and I was embarassed at the number of these negative things I marked. (stu's are marked too, in case you were wondering ;))
The lady started her spiel after the man had finished (he was getting, she was keeping) and drove home the point firmly that 'DO NOT DO THESE THINGS'. She spoke in caps, btw. I made a small resolution to try to stop doing these things.
On a tangential note, do you all know how everyone you have speak to you on succeeding at school says 'Make sure you ask questions!' 'There's no such thing as a stupid question!' (barring those that append 'well, yes there ARE stupid questions, but ask them anyways')? it seems that any time I have a question to ask, it's on something so trivial and obvious that I feel utterly ashamed at not having caught it myself, and wish I hadn't asked in the first place. I mean this is every single question. I did it at least twice today and still have the stinging tears of ineptitude streaming down my face on the recollection.
Needless to say, that seems to cause a learning barrier for me. Why is this so traumatic? I don't know.
Really I guess I should be working homework right now (French, Physics, Calculus, American Government? Take your pick! Although it's no where near as much as I had to do yesterday:]), but this is kinda similar and while I walk to class, these things pass through my mind, so I like to pass them on to you, those of you who have read this thing.
Last night I felt a creative surge. I went to bed and couldn't sleep for thinking of so many things. One of the things that stuck most strongly in my head was a poem, unfinished, with an image accompanying. The name was 'Victoria's Rose' and the image was of a lady-skeleton wearing a large dress (though now that I think of it, the dress was remarkably non-victorian) and a hat, facing away at a 1/4 angle from behind. The poem went something like this:
Victoria sat herself upon the lounge
And crossed her legs as mother had taught
And I hadn't really composed it much, but everytime I think about it I recompose it in my head, the feeling is that this is someone similar (obviously) to queen victoria, but not exactly, and she's a skeleton obviously, so the poem would have such clue words as 'ran her fingers across her skull, wiped the tears from her sockets', you know, the kind of stuff AP teachers love to prey upon.
I'll write it sometime. I'm just thankful I was able to remember it from last night. I guess I can make myself remember nighttime things pretty well, because I usually do. (this was the third or so night I've wondered, 'will I remember this tomorrow? what did I forget from last night?'
I found out my french "textbook" has the online quiz questions in the back so if I have some downtime on a day I have french, I can practice for our quizzes without the internet! (although the internet also provides the answers.)
Those were some of my thoughts today, maybe tomorrow I will have some more.
