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yay, classes!
Sep. 26th, 2006 01:10 pm(seriously, when the next time we'll be happy about those?)
My ASL class was awesome. My prof is this wizened old woman with snow white hair and the most expressive face I've ever seen.
She made fun of the class for acting all nervous, and each student who failed to make a perky face when signing "My name is..." and writing their name on the board. Then she made us pass a ball around, turning our hands a certain way. Then tossing it across the room, using only eye contact, as voice is not allowed in the classroom. (if you talk, you have to make a donation to the "no voice" box. hee hee) Then she got out more balls, frisbees, and foam footballs, and there were brightly colored plastic toys flying across the room, knocking over this girl's Dr. Pepper, smacking unsuspecting students who were standing near the intended target. We also practiced tapping and gently pushing eachother on the shoulder and back, such as to learn the difference between "please turn around so I can sign to you" and "um...i just need...could you move forward a bit so I can get by?"
And my Cinema in Japan class with Prof Raine (who blinks like toad put under bright light when he speaks...) can be summed up with this quote about the film maker Griffith, master of female emotions, "*le sigh*...the cuteness of a woman as declines into tubercular death..."
Also, between Club and Cinema in Japan, I'm going to get at least 9 hours of exposure to Japanese entertainment. Holy crap.
And I still have to jump through a couple hoops, possibly on fire, before I can figure out if I get a BA Prep Seminar...that is if I can find someone willing to supervise my research and if I can convince the Anth department to let me do things my way, because they don't have anyone who can help me, so why should I even try to do things their way?
In any case, I have deduced one conclusion: it is significantly more difficult to fly by the seat of your pants if the seat of your pants is on fire.
My ASL class was awesome. My prof is this wizened old woman with snow white hair and the most expressive face I've ever seen.
She made fun of the class for acting all nervous, and each student who failed to make a perky face when signing "My name is..." and writing their name on the board. Then she made us pass a ball around, turning our hands a certain way. Then tossing it across the room, using only eye contact, as voice is not allowed in the classroom. (if you talk, you have to make a donation to the "no voice" box. hee hee) Then she got out more balls, frisbees, and foam footballs, and there were brightly colored plastic toys flying across the room, knocking over this girl's Dr. Pepper, smacking unsuspecting students who were standing near the intended target. We also practiced tapping and gently pushing eachother on the shoulder and back, such as to learn the difference between "please turn around so I can sign to you" and "um...i just need...could you move forward a bit so I can get by?"
And my Cinema in Japan class with Prof Raine (who blinks like toad put under bright light when he speaks...) can be summed up with this quote about the film maker Griffith, master of female emotions, "*le sigh*...the cuteness of a woman as declines into tubercular death..."
Also, between Club and Cinema in Japan, I'm going to get at least 9 hours of exposure to Japanese entertainment. Holy crap.
And I still have to jump through a couple hoops, possibly on fire, before I can figure out if I get a BA Prep Seminar...that is if I can find someone willing to supervise my research and if I can convince the Anth department to let me do things my way, because they don't have anyone who can help me, so why should I even try to do things their way?
In any case, I have deduced one conclusion: it is significantly more difficult to fly by the seat of your pants if the seat of your pants is on fire.
