I wear the cheese. It does not wear me.

Cheese Man ,'Chosen'


Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Barb - Dec 03, 2008 1:14:19 pm PST #3232 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”

As for classes I'd take, there was a French in Louisiana sequence at Tulane

Oh, that sounds wicked cool, Hil.


Karl - Dec 03, 2008 1:14:36 pm PST #3233 of 10000
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.

I would enthusiastically be a TA for a "Math with the Buffistas" seminar with Hil and Emily. Except that between the foaminess of the profs and the foaminess of the students, I fear I'd be highly distracted.

Most folks who know me know how much I love math. But you have to admit, that's a lot of foamy.


Connie Neil - Dec 03, 2008 1:22:57 pm PST #3234 of 10000
brillig

I utterly wussed out of the math requirement in college, taking the bonehead algebra course. I did the final in 5 minutes--and STILL didn't get the idea that "Hey, Connie! You can do math!" It wasn't until I was in my last semester and taking the stats and logic classes I'd been avoiding when it dawned on me: "I have a logical brain that can handle this stuff. I didn't have to wuss out on the science and engineering."

God, stats. I could never figure out *why* the t-square and charts and stuff worked, and it made me all kinds of anxious, but the logical reasoning behind question construction and the rest was so obvious. I looked around at my classmates and saw them looking baffled, and I actually wondered if they were pretending so they could preserve the legend of The Stats Class from Hell.

I suspect that if I were a boy I'd be an engineer now. But I caught the tailend of "girls don't do math. Wouldn't you rather be a teacher?"


Kathy A - Dec 03, 2008 1:30:59 pm PST #3235 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

My sister is 44, and she just missed that "girls don't do math" thing. However, she did get lots of presumptions from others, both in school and afterward. Her name is Kristine, which she always had shortened to Kris growing up. However, since at the time, that was more typically a boy's spelling, it would be assumed that she was male. She started using the full name, which is all she goes by now. (Her husband gets confused when I call asking for "Kris".)

She also got quite a bit of sexual harassment from some of her engineering profs, although her employers weren't as bad, not even at Northrup Grumman, her first job out of school. She worked in the military aviation division and was one of the few women in the whole department, but most of the guys viewed her as their younger sister and were very protective of her.


erikaj - Dec 03, 2008 2:03:20 pm PST #3236 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!

I have dyscalculia, Fay. Let me know what you find out. Math was always *such* a trial, and I didn't get the why confirmed till college.


omnis_audis - Dec 03, 2008 2:07:36 pm PST #3237 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

meeting is still going. Over 2 hours and counting. The tech director and I are texting to stay awake. I'm hungry. Lemme go!!!!

t whine


vw bug - Dec 03, 2008 2:16:48 pm PST #3238 of 10000
Mostly lurking...

On the other, I tried to help vw with her algebra, and she didn't love it. So I guess my love of math can't conquer all.

Actually, you helped me pass Pre-Calc, which was MUCH worse than Algebra :). My current hatred of math has much more to do with the fact that pre-encephalitis I was wicked good at math, and now I struggle with EVERYTHING related to math. I did love math. I tasted the good stuff, and now the crappy brain just tastes, well, crappy.

Speaking of crappy. I hate people. A mother at the school I work at walked up to me today, patted my stomach, and asked me how far along I was. It was all could do to not smack her. So, I used my words instead. "Um, that would cause some major hullabaloos here at school, since I'm not married and all. I would certainly have some 'splainin to do. So, no. Not pregnant, but thanks for asking."


Nora Deirdre - Dec 03, 2008 2:20:32 pm PST #3239 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

vw, you were far too polite to such total horrible rudeness.


vw bug - Dec 03, 2008 2:23:53 pm PST #3240 of 10000
Mostly lurking...

AND after that little encounter, she took her two kids down to the teachers' lounge, and they all helped themselves to the cookies we made in after care today. And did she try to hide this? No, she came and ASKED ME FOR THE RECIPE.

I hate people.


askye - Dec 03, 2008 2:41:25 pm PST #3241 of 10000
Thrive to spite them

I think, if I were you, I'd make a complaint that a parent touched you without permission.

That's creepy. To be touched like that. I've been asked when I'm due a couple times, and at least once I was very smiley and chipper and said "oh! I'm just fat". Which is true and made the person look all embarassed.

If I could retake anything at any time with school it would be the testing I took to determine if I had learning disabilities. Mom found out after I graduated that the person giving the test transposed two numbers so it showed nothing was wrong in the scoring, when it should have shown I needed more testing.

That would have changed anything. I'm fairly certain I have some kind of difficulty when it comes to spatial things because that has always been beyond me. I remember struggle in fourth grade to understand volume, my teacher (thank god) finally got out things and showed me -- this is a gallon, this is a cup. Also not just volume but measurements.

If I could take a class for fun it would be a beginning drawing class with a good one on one tutor. Or maybe singing lessons. Something like that.

Right now I'm sitting at home trying to keep busy because SLBFNRLBF is off doing a training thing out of town and I'm lonely. Considering we're already 1300 miles apart it doesn't sound like a big deal, but we normally get on voice chat in the evenings, between eating dinner and taking care of chores and right now we'd be just chatting in Second Life or killing things in Anarchy Online. Or do something.