That's a quote from Virgil for your title--let's hear it for the classics! ...And now I sound like a TV announcer.

Note: I think I'm tired. I typed "here" instead of "hear" above, and I didn't notice it until I was previewing the post. Shockifications. /Note

So I've got 2/3 of my finals behind me, and I think I've done well enough to get the grade that I want in the classes. Biology and Math are behind me, for better or for worse, and so now I'm just focusing on the Austen final which takes place tomorrow. I studied collectively over dead week as much as I could and now I'm just studying as they come. I studied exclusively for math (as much time as there was, with an 8 am Monday exam) and then I moved on to biology exclusively and so finally I'm finishing my plans for the in-class essay on Emma. I am very happy to be rid of math and biology. They were great, the teachers were wonderful, it wasn't terribly stressful while I was doing it, but now that the weight's gone it's a lot more freeing than I thought it would be.

I did my trial run for the job, and it was really, really good. I thought I was supposed to be "proving" that I could do the job, but I guess the interview several weeks back was enough--she already considers me "employed" by her, which is really great. I'm just very excited about how well that opportunity is turning out. We wound up staying up really late because she had an unexpected friend visiting (who is a genius who seems to do everything, and they went to Russia together back in '75 and met Elizabeth Taylor...it's a pretty cool story; ask me about it sometime and I'll tell you) and didn't get my work done until almost midnight. She was really sweet and apologetic and kept saying "promise me you won't quit!" (I have absolutely no intention of even thinking about that...) It's just amazing how that's working out and I'm so thankful.

I also manipulated my fall schedule slightly so that I have back-to-back classes on MWF from 9:30am to 2:30pm (I think I originally had a two hour break in the middle somewhere) which means that hanging out time after Calculus on those days won't be much, MadSci. But on Tuesday I'll have plenty of time; Calc's my only Tuesday class. All I've got on Thursday is a Chem lab. I like having heavy class days and then free(ish) days for homework and other stuff. So far this is working out that way.

Brother C and Sister C had their glasses "upgraded" the other day. This is especially good news for Brother C. Poor kid...every time his upper body turned slightly face-down towards the ground, the rotten old pair (which was too small, too dirty, and quite bent out of shape) would drop right off his nose. I don't even know if they reached his ears. They actually went to get the glasses ordered a long time ago because he needed them and they took forever to come in, which was weird--they're normally so prompt. But anyway, he finally got his new pair of specs, and while on the surface they're not that drastic a change, those of us who have had to watch those things drop off again and again can sure tell the difference. However, I cannot say that the improvement in the quality of the glasses is helping him to remember to wear them any more. The cry of "Hey! You! Where are your glasses?!" followed by his responding sheepish shrug is still typical. We'll see if that doesn't change...

A slightly more drastic change in the scenery here is the appearance of the same ocular device on the face of Brother G. He is now a member of the nerd class of our family, which is rapidly outgrowing the non-nerd class (!!). The glasses do make Brother G look rather dapper and intellectual--that is, when he keeps the roguish grin off his face. Hmm. I really should start a family picture blog; I hate putting stuff up on here because it's rather too personal, but if it was a safe, secret link which could only be divulged among close acquaintances...we'll see.

In other news, I'm officially Self-Volunteered Director of the drama department for this year's VBS, which should be interesting. I've already got five or six of the Jr High girls hanging off of me begging to be a part of it... so it's upping my popularity over here! That's always a perk. ^_^

...I can't wait for tomorrow!!!

-Inky

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.

Well, since I am still in the throes of pre-finals, and since someone complained about the gruesome nature of the last post's Doctor quote, I thought I'd throw out some non-gruesome (but very funny) quotes from the show when Tom Baker was the Doc. These are from The Revenge of the Cybermen. Most of them are Harry and Sarah, who I think a pretty hilarious combination of companions. I wish they'd do something similar with the current season.

Sarah and Harry are transported to a strange planet without the Doctor. Harry stops to speculate what he could do with a large chunk of gold he has found, and as they linger they are captured by the rather cheesily strange inhabitants:

Sarah: The Doctor will be worrying about us.
Harry: I'M worrying about us!

The planet whose inhabitants have captured them is made of gold. They are chained up and left to sit, awaiting their death sentence:

Harry: Sarah, these chains are solid gold!
Sarah: Harry, will you just shut up about your rotten gold?!
Harry: Maybe four karat by the looks of it...
Sarah: It's because of the gold we're in this mess!
Harry: I was just thinking...
Sarah: Well, don't!

They use a rock to bend the gold and try to get out of the chains...

Harry: The gold! It's flattening!
Sarah: So's my ankle!

Of course they eventually get the chains off, but are stopped by weird creatures with guns:

Harry: This looks like the end, Sarah.
Sarah: That's one thing about you, Harry: you never miss the obvious.

And finally, the Doctor shares his policy on ideas:

Doctor: I think my idea's better.
Crewman: What's your idea?
Doctor: I don't know yet. That's the problem with ideas. They only come a bit at a time.

I've been thinking a lot about time lately. I had Freshman Orientation on Monday, and so I was thinking about the next semester, and how I'd like to spend my time then. The future is usually what comes to mind when one thinks about time, but then one can't make decisions about the future unless one knows what one thinks of the present, and so one winds up thinking a lot about how one is spending one's time at the moment too...

So, anyway, Freshman Orientation: sitting around in a large room full of high school students, being told how great we are, trying not to be bored with having information thrown at me that I've already either heard before or figured out on my own, contemplating starting the Rock Kickers United Society with Sam, spending an hour and a half talking about what classes to enroll in only to find out that the ones I'm already enrolled in are just fine and I didn't have to really be there (and therefore miss biology on top of Jane Austen... and I wasn't expecting to miss both; they told me I wasn't going to have to miss biology, but then I found out I was, but I figured it would be worth it if it would get my enrollment straightened out, and then when the guy was supposed to sign the paper he barely even looked at my class list... reminds me of the adviser I saw last Christmas who just sort of waved me by and didn't even leave any records...) anyway, enough of the inattentions of advisers.

The long and short of it is, I'm signed up for all the classes I swore throughout high school that I'd never take in college because they're too hard, I hate the subject material, etc.--well, lo and behold, I'm actually looking forward to these. My classes for this fall are (in order of their occurence):

Calculus I
Elementary Statistics
Greek I
Chemistry I
Overview of American History

17 whopping hours. Whoop. (If I CLEP out of American History, it could go down to 14...probably not, though. I'd probably just add the Democracy In America class in its place.) They all happen on MWF, so those days are going to be pretty nasty. I only have a Calculus class on Tuesday and Chemistry lab on Thursday, so actually I'm going to have a pretty decent schedule, I think. I like having class-days and homework days, rather than class-and-homework-thrown-together-and-mushed-around days. Those are painful.

Gotta go... paper to write, pre-lab to finish. It's the last paper and the last pre-lab; I just turned in the last math assignment. I'm slightly stressed about finals--they're just so close!--but I'm also looking forward to being done.

"Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. Goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces. Whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow."

Guess who! ...literally, guess "Who"--that is, if you guessed Who with regards to the title, you would have been correct.

Not much in the way of "new" things going on here. I've been falling behind in a thousand things, trying to catch up in others, practicing my mad Freshman Comp skills, memorizing, evangelizing, singing, biologyizing, not writing a paper, trying to fill out forms, eating awesome Thai food, sitting by Theta Pond...

13/14 of my biology lab assignments are done. Over. Gone. Caput. If I were the sort to use phraseology like 'w00t,' I'd throw that in right about now. I am quite happy at the thought that next Thursday I shall have biology lab ne'er more. It was fun, but I'll be glad when it's gone. Also, 13/14 of my math assignments have gone in, and I'll turn in 3/4 writing assignments for Jane Austen next Friday. The end is near, my friends. =)

Truthfully, I don't know what I shall do with myself when school is over. My schedule will be so empty...devoid of any requirements or demands. Time shall not be an issue.

And if you believe that, I've got some ocean front property in Arizona to sell you--and I'll even throw in the Brooklyn Bridge for free.

(Paraphrasing a country song there...)

No, seriously, I shall look forward to being able to get all the little nuisances out of my way--wrapping up driving, high school, finding a day job, writing out plots that have been nagging me all semester, more tests--which I couldn't really focus on with school.

[abruptness]

I'm tired. I need to review some stuff before tomorrow. I'm going to get off now.

[/abruptness]

I realized I hadn't responded to several comments of Shadow's; I'm not really sure how to answer questions. I mean, do I comment on my own post? ...how do I know they'll see my answers, then? Do I write a response post? That seems rather pointless and boring... or do I go and leave a comment on your blog which has nothing to do with you and everything to do with moi? ...eh. I still do not know. I'll just tack a response-note on here.

1. My second job this summer will be staying nights with an elderly woman & assisting her as needed. It's a very simple, fun job and I'm really looking forward to it. It also allows me to go look for a part-time day job without burdening me, since I'm sleeping most of the time I'm "on the job" here.

2. I actually really like math exams too. They're so much simpler than homework assignments, because they're smaller in size and more focused. You can just waste all your effort away on these problems and you know exactly which ones will be graded (all of them) and exactly where your strengths and weaknesses are (you typically spend homework assignments figuring this out). Plus, there's just something fun about covering that page with lines and lines of numbers and computations and then having the little box at the bottom with the answer. And I deeply appreciate the way my math teacher believes multiple choice math questions are fundamentally evil. They are. (Algebra is better than trigonometry; I prefer solving for X to messing around with triangles...although solving for angles and sides is pretty cool too. I guess I'd just rather be solving for something...there's such great satisfaction in overcoming the challenge, as you indicated.)

Ehh. Response "note" was practically longer than post. Apologies and condolences to your deceased-from-boredom brains.

-Inkius

MS4, you are correct: the last post's title was by the venerable Ms. Austen.

I shall now give you lots of Robin Hood awesomeness: (some from second season, but shouldn't spoil anything really...) ...mostly because I can't think of anything better at the moment. A much more (or perhaps less) interesting post about real life is on its way shortly...or semi-shortly...or whatever.

~*~

A brilliantly sarcastic Sheriff:

"Yes, it's me. Do you really think I'd smile and let you take Sussex? A clue: no."

Sheriff: Marian sent a message.
Guy: What message?
Sheriff: Oh, um... "I'm not coming back, get over it, and for goodness' sake change your clothes once in a while."

"I'm not paying you now--now that the stiff has stepped off the stretcher."

~*~

From an episode where certain members of the gang are having superstitious fears (which of course turn out to be ridiculous), and some of them are slightly shaken while others remain skeptical...:

Allan: And another thing! My cousin definitely saw a man turn into a frog. He did! Just outside of Dorchester.
Will: I thought you said he was always drunk, your cousin.
Allan: Well, he is. But still...

~*~

And finally, general silliness.

Much: What do girls eat?
Djaq: Special girls' food.

Djaq: I have to be honest. And if I am being honest, I have to say that I do not love all of you in the same way.
Much: It's me isn't it? You love everyone but you don't love me. Brilliant.

Robin: The torches are on, but there is nobody home.
Allan: ...Kind of like Much!
Much: Very funny.

~*~

I have a math exam and a pre-lab to turn in tomorrow; this is all the post for tonight.

Love y'all,
Inky

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