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Mar. 30th, 2004 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideClass tonight was okay. Turns out Lisa Owens and Her Navel will not be teaching the class. Instead we had a guy who reminds me of someone I can't place. Bill the Prof (which I keep parsing as Bill the Pony from LotR) Hrm. After JF last quarter, really we'd all hit bottom. So this guy was ok. A little boring, but he made us laugh in his own way periodically. I am cautiously optimistic. He promises that future lectures will be more hands on and less powerpointy. At the very least, he at least seems to give a fuck about teaching us which automatically gives him points above JF (yeah, still bitter).
Best part of the night of course was when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jeff_nw (who we all know I worship) showed up and grabbed the seat next to me. It was still vacant because I would growl ferally if anyone else considered sitting in it. I've really missed him and barely managed to restrain myself from tackle hugging him. I'm sad this is the last quarter I'm guaranteed his company twice a week. I must increase the friendship-tractor-beam so he'll be willing to hang out with me regularly after this program is over.
Class commenced. Jeff would yawn. I would crackup. He would whisper an apology. Then I would yawn. Jeff would laugh, and for some reason the sound of his laughter always always makes me laugh. We both ended up a little punchy and at one point Paula whispered that we ought not be allowed to sit together. We were labeled troublemakers! To display my maturity, I stuck my tongue out at her.
I love my classmates. We've hit this third and final quarter of our program with a lot of mutual affection and it was great to see everyone again. At break, Jeff and I set out in search of vending machines and it turned out to be a long walk to nowhere. It didn't matter, as the point was to stretch our legs and chat. I'm going to miss our extended breaks to Tully's on Saturday afternoons, drinking chai and splitting a bagel or cookie or whatever. What I love so much about Jeff is that he always says what I happen to be feeling about class. We talked about how much we yearned for Jan Spyridakas' teaching by example method and how the slides Bill put up were grand, but we forgot them fifteen seconds after they were gone.
Jeff also makes me completely hyper. I'm not sure why this is, but our conversation goes something like this:
Jeff: [insightful commentary about whatever]
Me: *shrieking and slapping his arm in excited agreement*
Jeff: (somehow NOT running away in alarm) [continued insight]
Me: *hopping up and down like a deranged bunny*
The poor guy probably has a bruised arm from my overenthusiastic affection. But it's not my fault! He's just so damn cute! Normally I'm fairly reasonable and restrained (oh shutup all of you who know me in person).
We eventually made our way back to where we KNEW the vending machines were, and I once again begged Jeff for cash. I needed caffeine. I was dying. I still owe him $3 for my spinach salad at the end-of-class-thing. And I swear I'm buying him dinner to make up for my abuse of his generosity. Hopefully, this weekend, 'cause he's promised we will hang out (yaaaaay!). Anyhow. He kindly bought me a diet coke and saved my life.
I was briefly talking to Saan who made the mistake of telling me my last name meant Emperor. Jeff visibly recoiled and muttered, 'Oh GOD NO, don't tell her that." But the damage was done. I bounced hysterically and kept saying "YOU MUST ALL BOW TO MEEEEE!!" and turning to Jeff and chirping "You have to do what I SAY!!" and he tried to counter by stating that his last name meant Uber-Emperor. Nice try, but really: there's no stopping me now. Poor Saan has NO idea how dangerous it is to give me an inflated sense of power. Muhahahahahaha. It's all over, people.
Caffeinated and awake, the second half of the class went by much quicker. Hilarity ensued when Torsten was twitching, clearly dying to share his wisdom, and Bill the Prof (trying to show that he was learning our names) turned to him grandly and said, "Ah! Now JEFF is going to tell us how it is." Jeff shifted uncomfortably and said, "No, JEFF isn't" and there was much amusement. Torsten got his chance to share and Bill ended the class, summarizing the lesson dryly: "Um, it's good to plan!" and we all applauded and cackled with delight.
Finally, the lesson was over. Final bits of minutiae were discussed and Bill the Prof asked if we had any questions; Paula gleefully piped up that she wanted to hear from JEFF. And we all cracked up again. I can't imagine any of this sounds as funny as it felt at the time. We were all so punchy and tired and glad to be back in a room together. Yay for camaraderie and giving each other shit.
I came home and realized that I may be Emperor but really, my dominion exists solely over a sleek, orange cat who bosses me around. Le sigh.
Best part of the night of course was when
jeff_nw (who we all know I worship) showed up and grabbed the seat next to me. It was still vacant because I would growl ferally if anyone else considered sitting in it. I've really missed him and barely managed to restrain myself from tackle hugging him. I'm sad this is the last quarter I'm guaranteed his company twice a week. I must increase the friendship-tractor-beam so he'll be willing to hang out with me regularly after this program is over. Class commenced. Jeff would yawn. I would crackup. He would whisper an apology. Then I would yawn. Jeff would laugh, and for some reason the sound of his laughter always always makes me laugh. We both ended up a little punchy and at one point Paula whispered that we ought not be allowed to sit together. We were labeled troublemakers! To display my maturity, I stuck my tongue out at her.
I love my classmates. We've hit this third and final quarter of our program with a lot of mutual affection and it was great to see everyone again. At break, Jeff and I set out in search of vending machines and it turned out to be a long walk to nowhere. It didn't matter, as the point was to stretch our legs and chat. I'm going to miss our extended breaks to Tully's on Saturday afternoons, drinking chai and splitting a bagel or cookie or whatever. What I love so much about Jeff is that he always says what I happen to be feeling about class. We talked about how much we yearned for Jan Spyridakas' teaching by example method and how the slides Bill put up were grand, but we forgot them fifteen seconds after they were gone.
Jeff also makes me completely hyper. I'm not sure why this is, but our conversation goes something like this:
Jeff: [insightful commentary about whatever]
Me: *shrieking and slapping his arm in excited agreement*
Jeff: (somehow NOT running away in alarm) [continued insight]
Me: *hopping up and down like a deranged bunny*
The poor guy probably has a bruised arm from my overenthusiastic affection. But it's not my fault! He's just so damn cute! Normally I'm fairly reasonable and restrained (oh shutup all of you who know me in person).
We eventually made our way back to where we KNEW the vending machines were, and I once again begged Jeff for cash. I needed caffeine. I was dying. I still owe him $3 for my spinach salad at the end-of-class-thing. And I swear I'm buying him dinner to make up for my abuse of his generosity. Hopefully, this weekend, 'cause he's promised we will hang out (yaaaaay!). Anyhow. He kindly bought me a diet coke and saved my life.
I was briefly talking to Saan who made the mistake of telling me my last name meant Emperor. Jeff visibly recoiled and muttered, 'Oh GOD NO, don't tell her that." But the damage was done. I bounced hysterically and kept saying "YOU MUST ALL BOW TO MEEEEE!!" and turning to Jeff and chirping "You have to do what I SAY!!" and he tried to counter by stating that his last name meant Uber-Emperor. Nice try, but really: there's no stopping me now. Poor Saan has NO idea how dangerous it is to give me an inflated sense of power. Muhahahahahaha. It's all over, people.
Caffeinated and awake, the second half of the class went by much quicker. Hilarity ensued when Torsten was twitching, clearly dying to share his wisdom, and Bill the Prof (trying to show that he was learning our names) turned to him grandly and said, "Ah! Now JEFF is going to tell us how it is." Jeff shifted uncomfortably and said, "No, JEFF isn't" and there was much amusement. Torsten got his chance to share and Bill ended the class, summarizing the lesson dryly: "Um, it's good to plan!" and we all applauded and cackled with delight.
Finally, the lesson was over. Final bits of minutiae were discussed and Bill the Prof asked if we had any questions; Paula gleefully piped up that she wanted to hear from JEFF. And we all cracked up again. I can't imagine any of this sounds as funny as it felt at the time. We were all so punchy and tired and glad to be back in a room together. Yay for camaraderie and giving each other shit.
I came home and realized that I may be Emperor but really, my dominion exists solely over a sleek, orange cat who bosses me around. Le sigh.
