centrifugal
Jan. 17th, 2003 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godreamIt's strange how the more things I have to do the fewer I actually get around to... it's that overwhelmingness thing, I guess, where I end up in dazed contemplation of my list of tasks and finally figure I'll never make a dent in it anyways so screw this. Of the three relatively important ones for this weekend -- shoveling cleaning my room, outlining those five bobs for the philosophy exam, and calling to find subs for my hours at the library I'll miss while in Greece -- through noone's fault but my own, I doubt I'll get to any before Monday, which is pretty sad.
Oh yeah, and as anyone reading this is probably going "what in the world is a bob?" -- I'll relate the story as my teacher told us. Evidently one year on the exam some student pointed out writing three out of five essays in two hours, in addition to answering eight out of ten short answer questions, was a ludicrous demand. My teacher pointed out that since intro and conclusion weren't required, they weren't really essays, and the student wondered why the paper said "essays" then. So my teacher called them something else: Bobs. The end.
...And that's all for tonight. valete, omnes!
Oh yeah, and as anyone reading this is probably going "what in the world is a bob?" -- I'll relate the story as my teacher told us. Evidently one year on the exam some student pointed out writing three out of five essays in two hours, in addition to answering eight out of ten short answer questions, was a ludicrous demand. My teacher pointed out that since intro and conclusion weren't required, they weren't really essays, and the student wondered why the paper said "essays" then. So my teacher called them something else: Bobs. The end.
...And that's all for tonight. valete, omnes!
