exam time two

i tried reading myself to sleep, but i didn't get much of the former done. i woke up early instead, and sat yawning and rubbing my eyes over indian-american (dots, not feathers) texts. after my experience in india, the irony of the ex-patriots' positions is not entirely lost on me.

i ran into a fellow student on the bus who was full of good advice regarding the september event... what a stroke of luck!

first class: i couldn't bring myself to correct the lecturer whenever she mispronounced the word "caste". ugh.

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while waiting for second, i addressed my complaints to co-conspirator and wordsworth. i was horrified to discover that they rejected everything they simply didn't understand. big words, like "debauchery," had them stumped - these two clowns are about to begin studying for an MA, and they couldn't just look the words up?! they were online at the time!

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i shouldn't have lain down on the grass - my exposed legs itched like mad during the next lesson. coupled with my still-sore neck (it's still sore now, even), i wasn't entirely comfortable. the last class of the semester was otherwise great.

the cafeteria noodles were pretty good, and i ate a lot of them while reading wired before heading off the sit with co-conspirator, wordsworth and the head of the english department to discuss poetry courses for the MA.

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trapped! i sat, horrified, as co-conspirator talked us into a nasty hole. the three of us now have to take a course next year with a lecturer who's a really nice person but a lousy teacher. the worst thing is that no matter how i tried to interfere, the train was already off the rails... to make it worse, the other arrangement converted a BA course to an MA one, and now the BA students are pissed. with good reason. dammit!

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i took my sore neck to work, and sat fighting with the translation system that i'd thought i'd completed the night before. by the time we left the office it was too late to go to my old one, so i went home. i joined pg for a supermarket run, but we cancelled it on account of the place being totally overrun by crazy people; we had a great dinner at the coffee shop next door instead.

after a quick pirate bath, pg and i dressed up for the 70s and walked to the bus. we waited ages, and arrived at the party well over an hour late...

... which was alright, 'cause practically nobody was there anyway. it was quite a nice evening, in spite of that. we definitely drank too much. us students all banded together for a semester-end talkathon, and eventually pg and i walked / stumbled some of the way and taxied the rest so as to help her brother move into his new apartment at 1.30am.

then we continued home and passed out.

we woke up before 8am, broken, so that pg could go to class. i bladed to work, and am just about ready to get going.