...well, there wasn't a desk nearby, so i suppose it was more like facepalms! than headdesk.
i was talking to my advisor about which classes i want to take next semester.
me: so, i was looking online, and i think the medieval italian art class looks good.
my advisor: *flips through papers* um, which class? i don't think that's taught next semester.
me: medieval italian? you know, when you look online in spring '06, and the classes are all listed?
my advisor: don't you mean spring 2007? that's next semester.
me: >o<;; *dies*
my advisor: gives me the strained smile/pitying look you reserve for when you go visit your senile elderly relatives in the Home.
...so, yeah. note to self: must find more goldfrapp. it's sex on a stick.
i'm procrastinating, there's absolutely no reason for me NOT to go to my historic preservation class, but i don't wanna. *whines* there's a substitute prof this week, and he uses the old-school overhead projector with transparencies and whatnot. obviously my prof didn't tell him what she'd covered, since this guy spent all of monday telling us what we've already gone over. but if he does something new today, i won't know unless i go to class. he doesn't do powerpoints, thus they won't be posted online for me to peruse at my own convenience later on. catch 22. garrrrgh.
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