Today marks the last class of Linguistics with our fabulous professor, Ida. So, in honour of this abnormally insane, certifiable, Finnish-speaking Swede...I shall quote her in all her glory.
"I think you're crazy. What do you think?"(to a random classmate)
"I'm pretty sure that you are a vampire." (to a Transylvanian classmate)
"And you know this how? Oh, because you counted? Well, kill counting, this is not a frigging math class." (after asking which form of a verb is most common...the one that appears in two languages, or the one that appears in one...)
"Wait a second...how do you kill a vampire if you're all out of silver bullets?"
"A question can't be stupid. However, a mean person...that's stupid."(there are no stupid questions)
"Question. What's the past tense of sh**?"(because we all are just dying to know)
"Ha! That answer is wrong! Now who's smart, huh?" (after encouraging the class to volunteer their answers)
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
The Day I Was Born Times 18
It's my eighteenth birthday! Unfortunately, I do not feel eighteen, partially because I woke up wearing pink Tinkerbell pyjamas. Oh well. My favourite classes are today, and Auntie Ro, Ashley, Natalie, Maam and Bamps are coming over for cake tonight. Wahoo...I love cake.
Well, I'm treating myself to an enormous coffee this morning. So...I'll update later!
Happy Birthday to me....
Well, I'm treating myself to an enormous coffee this morning. So...I'll update later!
Happy Birthday to me....
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Being Presented
So, the birthday presents are making their way to my house, and I'm quite excited, because they're keeping my mind off the infinite amounts of studying I have. Aunt Debbie and Uncle Paul sent me 'My Fair Lady' (Audrey Hepburn + prescriptive linguistics?? A+ in my books...thanks guys!) and Grandma and Grandpa Joe sent me a gift certificate for the Christian bookstore in town. Yesss....who DOESN'T need new books?!
So, I'm coming home this weekend, and I'm spectacularly excited, because it's been at least a month and a half. Plus, in two weeks, I'm going home AGAIN for a week and a half...I'm liking this schedule.
Is it totally typical of me to be looking at the clock and thinking that I want to go to bed? I mean, it's 8:30...
On the other hand, I've written two essays in the last two hours.
We'll see. Maybe I'll compromise and watch My Fair Lady...again.
So, I'm coming home this weekend, and I'm spectacularly excited, because it's been at least a month and a half. Plus, in two weeks, I'm going home AGAIN for a week and a half...I'm liking this schedule.
Is it totally typical of me to be looking at the clock and thinking that I want to go to bed? I mean, it's 8:30...
On the other hand, I've written two essays in the last two hours.
We'll see. Maybe I'll compromise and watch My Fair Lady...again.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Bumper Cars
I know...I haven't written in quite awhile. Well, I have TWO stories to make up for it.
Last night, I was on the 95, just dozing off while I waited to be transported home. Music was playing, and I was thinking about a paper that I have to write. All of a sudden, I hear tires squeal and CRASH!!! The whole bus shakes, and rocks back and forth. Of course, being half-asleep, I slammed my head off the window behind me.
Some idiot had run a red light, and HIT OUR BUS as it was pulling out of the bus station.
His car spun FIVE times....and he ended up on the road, facing us.
This poor guy gets out of his car, walks over to the front of the car....and picks up his bumper.
Yes sir, his entire bumper. Just picks it up and shakes his head.
The bus driver was muttering in a foreign language, and he motioned for us all to get off the bus.
Twenty minutes later, a replacement bus came.
My very first accident ever.
And I just have a headache.
Today, I had Bible study. So, being that there is a car in the driveway, Dad said that I could drive it to school. No sweat, I'd driven to school at LEAST twice before. Wrote my directions on a sticky note, and stuck it to my steering wheel.
When I got to Greenbank, I knew that I should start looking for my turn-off to Hunt Club. I looked, and looked and looked....and half an hour later, I was cruising down Richmond Road, completely lost.
In case you don't know, Richmond Road is in the WRONG DIRECTION.
So, I turn around, come back to the house, and START AGAIN.
Still....no Hunt Club.
So finally, I decide that I should pray....because God is sort of the Creator of the Universe, and I bet He knows where Hunt Club is.
So, I return to Greenbank, and look even closer. Then, my turn signal goes on. Telling me to turn left. So I do....and GUESS WHAT?? I was on Hunt Club.
There had been construction, so they had taken down the signs.
Tell me...if I hadn't prayed, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND IT.
That is what signs are for. To tell you where to go.
I was an hour late for Bible study.
And then I had to pay $6 for parking.
Next week, I'm taking the bus.
Last night, I was on the 95, just dozing off while I waited to be transported home. Music was playing, and I was thinking about a paper that I have to write. All of a sudden, I hear tires squeal and CRASH!!! The whole bus shakes, and rocks back and forth. Of course, being half-asleep, I slammed my head off the window behind me.
Some idiot had run a red light, and HIT OUR BUS as it was pulling out of the bus station.
His car spun FIVE times....and he ended up on the road, facing us.
This poor guy gets out of his car, walks over to the front of the car....and picks up his bumper.
Yes sir, his entire bumper. Just picks it up and shakes his head.
The bus driver was muttering in a foreign language, and he motioned for us all to get off the bus.
Twenty minutes later, a replacement bus came.
My very first accident ever.
And I just have a headache.
Today, I had Bible study. So, being that there is a car in the driveway, Dad said that I could drive it to school. No sweat, I'd driven to school at LEAST twice before. Wrote my directions on a sticky note, and stuck it to my steering wheel.
When I got to Greenbank, I knew that I should start looking for my turn-off to Hunt Club. I looked, and looked and looked....and half an hour later, I was cruising down Richmond Road, completely lost.
In case you don't know, Richmond Road is in the WRONG DIRECTION.
So, I turn around, come back to the house, and START AGAIN.
Still....no Hunt Club.
So finally, I decide that I should pray....because God is sort of the Creator of the Universe, and I bet He knows where Hunt Club is.
So, I return to Greenbank, and look even closer. Then, my turn signal goes on. Telling me to turn left. So I do....and GUESS WHAT?? I was on Hunt Club.
There had been construction, so they had taken down the signs.
Tell me...if I hadn't prayed, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND IT.
That is what signs are for. To tell you where to go.
I was an hour late for Bible study.
And then I had to pay $6 for parking.
Next week, I'm taking the bus.
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