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Grrr.
So my dance prof decides to dictate our essay questions to us today, keeping us after class, all because she didn't have time to type them up. ALL TEN OF THEM. Seriously. Most profs give three essay questions at most. She wants ten. And she wants them by next Thursday along with our dance reviews. Are you kidding? Even three questions would be a hassle with all the other stuff I have to write and prepare for. It is so pointless, especially when she doesn't even grade them well or read them. And we have to research the stuff because she didn't go over it very much in class. So it is just an enormous waste of time. The midterm was the same.I do not have time for that! Arrrr. But today the important thing is that I make it through my Modernism final. (Which I still don't understand.)
I wish I were in town for this! You should check it out if you're on campus...
The Art History Student Association is proud to present the screening of the art film Basquiat this Friday, November 30th. This event is free for all PSU students and will hopefully include a light snack at the nacho bar!What: Art Film Screening of BasquiatWhere: SMSU 298When: Friday, November 30th from 7:30 to 9:30 PMAll PSU students are invited and we encourage you to attend this movie about a graffiti artist from the streets of New York in the 1980s. The film features such actors as Gary Oldman, Benicio del Toro, and David Bowie as Andy Warhol.
Lunch today was turkey dinner number three.
Turkey dinner number one was eaten at the Grove Park Inn, in Ashville, NC on Thanksgiving day. We drove up that morning and were greeted by "lots of snow". Lots of snow according to the Schrecks, natives of South Carolina. So lots was actually a few scattered flakes. It was cold, though. Actually cold. And I, the one who should have known how to dress for the cold, hadn't brought the right clothes. I hadn't really brought enough clothes, either. So I stole Josh's scarf and drank lots of hot tea.
Turkey dinner number two was last night here in Columbia. While it had been lovely to spend Thanksgiving eating and relaxing rather than cooking, Mrs. Schreck missed her Thanksgiving cooking experience so we had more of the goods! Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and, of course, pumpkin pie.
Today, turkey dinner number three, was leftovers. Yum.
I am extra, extra thankful this year.
So my sister is awesome! And on top of her usual awesomeness, she sent me a very cool postcard yesterday, and a thanksgiving card and present today! The gnome lip balm is my present. I love it. Whenever I move I smell beeswax and green tea.
"'It's as good as the real thing! cried Dora.
--'Nothing's as good as the real thing,' said Peter. 'It's odd that even a perfect imitation, as soon as you know it's an imitation, gives much less pleasure. I remember Kant says how disappointed your guests are when they discover that the afterdinner nightingale is a small boy posted in the grove.'
--'A case of the natural attractiveness of truth,' said Michael." (from The Bell, 1958)
While searching for articles about Virginia Woolf and Mrs. Dalloway, I came across one that compared Mrs. D with a novel entitled A Severed Head, by one Iris Murdoch, of whom I have somehow managed to prance through life never having heard of. But now I have, and I also discovered an interesting looking film biography of her starting Judi Dench, Jim Broadbent (soon to be Prof. Slughorn), and Kate Winslet - what a cast.
My curiosity has been sparked.
...Were not completely disappointed this weekend. Not if they went to the Friday night Carolina vs. Kentucky game, that is. Football, as they know it around the rest of the world, is not a lost cause at USC. Josh and I met up with Rob and Lydia at the last soccer home game and stayed through till the Gamecocks beat the Wildcats 2-1 in overtime.
Saturday night, however, at the American Football game, the fans were a little crazier, the stands a little louder, and the final score a whole lot worse. When Josh and I left and ran into this crazy guy, 
we were down by 20. I heard it only got worse.
To leave things on a brighter note, here's Carolina about to score their second touchdown:
So yesterday I was walking across campus and, as usual, there were some guys walking a few paces behind me having an audible, rather - loud, conversation. (People here don't seem too concerned with privacy - prime example? a woman not 50 feet away from us in the parking lot yelling on her cell at her S.O.) What made me chuckle, though, as I made my way to class, was their topic (and hearing the adamant chastisement of peers).
This is what I heard:
"You know what? You gotta throw those things away - you are gona have cancer by the time you're like, 40. No, no - you wont: you'll have tar in your lungs. So much tar that when you try to get up and walk you'll sound like this *kaahhhck glehack hack kag*. And do you think that's attractive? No! No it's not attractive. And when you marry Lisa and you can't quit - wait, you won't marry Lisa. No one will marry you! You'll have to find someone else who smokes and that is not attractive, is it? That's right!..."
You heard the man! Quit!
My grandma and grandpa sent me a big package of food, so now my little cupboard is chock full.
Rock on.
