Grad-Blog
Sandles
While walking from the parking garage to my office the other day I came across an abandoned pair of flip-flop sandles.
He's Dead, Jim
The display on my
iBook died when I plugged a TV adaptor into it last Suday night, which leaves me not wanting to buy all-in-one computers in the future.
From the Foot in Mouth Dept.
I'm taking a four credit hour statistics class in a five week summer session, which amounts to about twelve hours of lecture a week. We have two hour long classes (with a five minute break) so to get to twelve hours we have a second class on Wednesday afternoons. Ugh. Anyway, I arrived a little early to class one Wednesday, and there were some students and a professor from the previous period still in the room. One girl says to the professor "I have a stupid question." The professor then said "One of my graduate students says 'There's no such thing as a stupid question, just a stupid asker.'" The girl then says "Oooookay" thinking she just got instulted. Right then the professor throws up his hands and said "I didn't say it." Uh, yeah, you did just said it. Geeze, I thought I knew how to make a fool of myself.
Back to the Stone Age
Apparently a worm or virus took down the computer they use at church to display the song lyrics, so we had to, *GASP*, use hymnals.
Just In Time for Summer
Jealous
My friend Louis has recently moved to Ireland. He's been posting
pictures on Flickr (Flickr, uh, can I buy an
e
, Pat?) Although this floury of photographs might in part be due to the novelity of Louis recently arriving in Ireland, it's clear that he has more things to take pictures of than I do and I'm kinda jealous about it.
Before I moved up to College Station, I bought a digital camera. I wanted it so my friends and family back home could kinda peer into my life. I remember the first few weeks I was up here. Really nothing to take pictures of. Just a normal, blah looking city; Houses and strip malls with a big, not so faboulous looking unversity campus. College Station is a clean town, but it's too close to being steril. (For one thing, there's no graffiti.) Maybe I should go to Bryan more.