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Okay, okay, I get why people like this show so much. Also did I mention I love Sokka? I love Sokka. Eternal voice of reason! With a boomerang!
Here are some other things:
The good:
-So, you all remember I was furious with my research partner? So, a lot of you said I had to call him out somehow, even if only because it would be good practice. And I was fuming. The next morning, I met him before the class, and well, I didn't exactly yell. I told him he was a lazy sod, that he'd taken advantage of me throughout the process and actually I didn't care to let him work on my project any more. It was cathartic, but then the web project went online with his name on as well as mine. And I was debating telling the professor about it, and we had to meet her to talk over the presentation anyway, so I thought, why don't I go early. So if I do want to mention it to her, he won't be there as well and I'll have my opportunity.
I went early. He'd gone even earlier. He was sitting there, cosy in an armchair, happily chatting with the professor about the printed-off project that he wasn't mentioning he was seeing for the first time, and I went in and took several deep, steadying breaths. And then the professor said, "So, about the presentation, how will you divide it up? Who did what?"
I took another breath, waved the entire document, and said, "I wrote it. And researched it."
She raised her eyebrows. "What did you do, [partner]?"
Let us draw a kindly veil over the rest of the meeting. Tomorrow I am giving the presentation on my own.
The bad:
-When I first planned this year abroad, I remember telling Shim, rather blithely, "At least neither of us has an important birthday, and we don't have a very exciting anniversary."
Well, today is Shim's birthday, and I sent him a silly Penguin art book off Amazon, and I believe they even wrapped it for me - which, actually, is doing better than last year, when the people delivering my present for him took four months longer than planned - but nevertheless. Nevertheless, flist. I wish I were on the other side of the Atlantic tonight. I do, and I do, and what is there to say about it. Happy birthday, my love. Wish I were there.
The merely peculiar:
So, I went to mental health services today and said, "Hi, I do not think I need a follow-up appointment. Could you cancel it for me, please?"
"But you've only had one appointment with the psychiatrist."
"Right," I said, "and I don't need any more."
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes! I'm cured!"
Look, I never mean to say these things. They just come out of my mouth. And it's worse here in the US where I have a sense of humour two semitones out of step with everyone else. At least I managed not to follow it up with trust me, I'm a crazy person. I related this entire story to my therapist later and she said, wonderingly, "You have a very interesting life."
(I am not cured. The reason, I have managed to ascertain, that I was referred to psychiatry in the first place is that my sleep issues have become intractable, and it's becoming similarly obvious that all my mood issues are to do with either a) low light levels or b) sleep. The psychiatrist refuses to prescribe anything in the way of hard drugs, much to my unsurprise, and suggested lightbox-and-Benadryl. I got the lightbox and cancelled the follow-up. At the moment I'm working on a strategy of living off less sleep than I need, on purpose; staying up till I'm tired and getting up at the same time every day. And sleeping on the couch, I don't know why that helps but it does. It's not the best thing ever, but it's something.)
Work continues overwhelming, but, well, still here. I had a delightful - sincerely! - class the other day on the issue of popular constitutionalism and whether the US really needs judicial review. "What do you think?" asked the professor, and then grinned at me. "Iona, shut up. You're not allowed to talk."
"But-"
"Not for two hours."
I shut up and didn't talk for two hours. It was a very interesting class.
Oh, also! I have finally written my yuletide letter; dear author, if you are reading this I can only advise in the best traditions of the internet that you shouldn't read the comments.
Back to Avatar! Sokka is a Great Detective. We know this because he is wearing a funny hat.
Okay, okay, I get why people like this show so much. Also did I mention I love Sokka? I love Sokka. Eternal voice of reason! With a boomerang!
Here are some other things:
The good:
-So, you all remember I was furious with my research partner? So, a lot of you said I had to call him out somehow, even if only because it would be good practice. And I was fuming. The next morning, I met him before the class, and well, I didn't exactly yell. I told him he was a lazy sod, that he'd taken advantage of me throughout the process and actually I didn't care to let him work on my project any more. It was cathartic, but then the web project went online with his name on as well as mine. And I was debating telling the professor about it, and we had to meet her to talk over the presentation anyway, so I thought, why don't I go early. So if I do want to mention it to her, he won't be there as well and I'll have my opportunity.
I went early. He'd gone even earlier. He was sitting there, cosy in an armchair, happily chatting with the professor about the printed-off project that he wasn't mentioning he was seeing for the first time, and I went in and took several deep, steadying breaths. And then the professor said, "So, about the presentation, how will you divide it up? Who did what?"
I took another breath, waved the entire document, and said, "I wrote it. And researched it."
She raised her eyebrows. "What did you do, [partner]?"
Let us draw a kindly veil over the rest of the meeting. Tomorrow I am giving the presentation on my own.
The bad:
-When I first planned this year abroad, I remember telling Shim, rather blithely, "At least neither of us has an important birthday, and we don't have a very exciting anniversary."
Well, today is Shim's birthday, and I sent him a silly Penguin art book off Amazon, and I believe they even wrapped it for me - which, actually, is doing better than last year, when the people delivering my present for him took four months longer than planned - but nevertheless. Nevertheless, flist. I wish I were on the other side of the Atlantic tonight. I do, and I do, and what is there to say about it. Happy birthday, my love. Wish I were there.
The merely peculiar:
So, I went to mental health services today and said, "Hi, I do not think I need a follow-up appointment. Could you cancel it for me, please?"
"But you've only had one appointment with the psychiatrist."
"Right," I said, "and I don't need any more."
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes! I'm cured!"
Look, I never mean to say these things. They just come out of my mouth. And it's worse here in the US where I have a sense of humour two semitones out of step with everyone else. At least I managed not to follow it up with trust me, I'm a crazy person. I related this entire story to my therapist later and she said, wonderingly, "You have a very interesting life."
(I am not cured. The reason, I have managed to ascertain, that I was referred to psychiatry in the first place is that my sleep issues have become intractable, and it's becoming similarly obvious that all my mood issues are to do with either a) low light levels or b) sleep. The psychiatrist refuses to prescribe anything in the way of hard drugs, much to my unsurprise, and suggested lightbox-and-Benadryl. I got the lightbox and cancelled the follow-up. At the moment I'm working on a strategy of living off less sleep than I need, on purpose; staying up till I'm tired and getting up at the same time every day. And sleeping on the couch, I don't know why that helps but it does. It's not the best thing ever, but it's something.)
Work continues overwhelming, but, well, still here. I had a delightful - sincerely! - class the other day on the issue of popular constitutionalism and whether the US really needs judicial review. "What do you think?" asked the professor, and then grinned at me. "Iona, shut up. You're not allowed to talk."
"But-"
"Not for two hours."
I shut up and didn't talk for two hours. It was a very interesting class.
Oh, also! I have finally written my yuletide letter; dear author, if you are reading this I can only advise in the best traditions of the internet that you shouldn't read the comments.
Back to Avatar! Sokka is a Great Detective. We know this because he is wearing a funny hat.
