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I like to procrastinate. I do so by reading these blogs:

Accidental
Anyone's Any
Blue Goo Ate My Mom
bluishorange
Gaper's Block
In Passing
Incoherent Babblings of Me
Loobylu
Love Many Things
Maybe Tomorrow
Mighty Girl
Pamie
pesky'apostrophe
Poundy
Re-run
Shutterbug
SMooSH
Spastic Yak
Swirlee
Velcrometer
Weblog Wannabe
Wockerjabby
and her livejournal

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Thursday, September 29, 2005

Because I'm an idiot, I got myself into a situation where I had to leave this phone message (I wrote it out before I called, figuring at this hour in the day I would be leaving a message, and not talking to an actual person):

"Hi, my name is [R] ____ and ____ ____ gave you my phone number as a potential babysitter. I believe you gave my number to someone else, who called and asked me to sit for them. I said I could, but after hanging up realized that I couldn't, and also realized that I failed to get their phone number. Could you give me the phone number of the person who you gave my number to? Thanks, and sorry for the confusion. You can call me back at ___-____."

Moral of the story: get the phone number of people who you talk to. Even if you don't think you're going to have to call them back. Also, get their name. I didn't write that down either, and forgot what it is.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 12:43:00 PM °°°

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Mamacita wrote a wonderful post about United States public education, and the obscene use of standardization and excessive use of statistics to grade the students, the schools, and the teachers.

Here are a couple of her quotes, but the whole post is wonderfully written and should be read.

"An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy. Current methodology, the morbid preoccupation with scores and statistics, is destroying our society's ontology: its essence, its BEING."

"We must never lose sight of the fact that civilizations are judged by the arts they leave behind, not for statistics and varsity letters. What will the archaeologists of the future be able to say about our civilization? That we taught our children to be joyless? That we valued a statistic far more than a painting? That we stifled laughter and encouraged apathy? "Where are the statues and paintings and stories?" Can you hear them wondering? CAN you?"

Posted by Serene Chaos at 5:19:00 PM °°°

Monday, September 26, 2005

The fire-alarm just went off in my dorm, so we all had to clear out for a few minutes. (Luckily, there was no real fire.) Before I left my room, I checked my e-mail. Seriously, an addiction like that is just not healthy.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:44:00 PM °°°

When I work in the computer labs, I am usually working in labs where people write papers. I hear the constant tap-tap-tap of the keyboards. The campus recently opened up a new computer lab for a digital art class. I'm working in there now and the sound is very different. Instead of the tap-tap-tap of the keyboards writing papers in Word, I hear the click-click-click of the mice creating projects in Illustrator.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 9:56:00 PM °°°

Observations I have made about professors' clothing in the past few days. (Yeah, I know, I'm 12.)

Male professor: His pants zipper (aka "fly") was down for the entire 2 hour class. He was standing up right in front of me. I was sitting down. My eyes were pretty much level with the unzipped zipper. Quite distracting.

Female professor: Wearing a long jumper. Two problems here. 1: She was wearing a jumper. 2: The skirt was very see-through. Oh look! There are her legs! Oh look! That's where her shirt goes down to.

Female professor #2: This professor usually wears very loose clothing. Long pants and a roomy shirt. Flowey skirt and a roomy shirt. Then one day, she comes in in a much shorter skirt (standing up, it was probably at her knees, but sitting down it was closer to mid-thigh) and a tight, low-ish cut shirt (covered by a blazer though). Her outfit wasn't inappropriate or anything, but it was such a big contrast from the usual near-mumu.

And that's the end of my shallow observations for the day. Soon I'll write about something with more substance. Like the fact that I, like kindergarteners, think my teachers/professors actually live at school, and just pull a cot out from under their desk to sleep on. Which is a problematic thought since I soon will be a teacher, and have no desire to live in the classroom.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 7:23:00 PM °°°