2004-02-15
Ever had a class where you're just sitting there and thinking "Wow, this class is so terribly boring and pointless. Why am I even here??" Welcome to Physiology... especially second semester physiology. And when I say physiology, I really mean "We say it's physiology, but really we've made it a physiology and anatomy course to accomadate our nursing students but to screw the rest of the world out of 6 credits. Normal university's have physiology and anatomy as seperate courses, so people who want to take both will get credited for both. Not us!! YAY!! Dammit.
Second sememster was boring in that the teacher talked a lot without saying much of importance. By the time he actually got to the point of his ramblings, my mind was in la la land, where naked James Marsters prance about. Is a nice place. The first few classes with this man were as such...
Teacher: This is a carbon. It is an atom. It makes four bonds with other atoms. If a carbon has for bonds with hydrogens, you have methane. If you have two carbons and six hydrogens, you have a ethane. Et cetera, et cetera.
Now, you may think this is pertinant, but keep this in mind. I'm a chemistry student, alebiet a crappy one. But I'm not so dumb that I don't already KNOW all this crap. Follow that up with the fact that he spent three classes reviewing the basics of sugars, lipids and protiens (stuff that most students have been doing since freaking GRADE 11 BIOLOGY!!) makes for an excrutianly boring class.
Thankfully, I sat with Carla and Lynnsey most of the time. Their crazy antics kept me... well, not sane. It's much to late for that. Let's say, they kept me amused. Highly amused. That and writing on Smartie boxes. Don't ask. Carla and Lynnsey saw, and they're now scared for life.
What is the point of all this, you ask?? Well, our boredom manifested itself in some very interesting ways. We made up the Diary Of Kirika (from Noir), which was very amusing. I'm not sure which of us has that one. Plus, we took turns drawing a picture of a man... one of us drew the head, another the nose, another the ears, et cetera, et cetera. The end result was really screwy. Yeah.
Another such of our creations was a story made almost entirely out of movie (or anime, as I've now found out) titles. Behold the wonder of it all!!
To make things easier on the simple minded reader, Lynnsey's writing shall be in italic, mine shall be in plain text, Carla's shall be in bold. Be afraid!! Movie (or anime) titles shall be in caps (Because I can't figure out how to get underline in blogs).
ONE FINE DAY, the ARMY OF DARKNESS were ATTACKED by the RETURN OF THE KILLER TOMATOES.
This PRIMAL FEAR caused the army to be SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE, therefore they all suffered from INSOMNIA. (I didn't know what to write).
After a calming meal of CHOCOLAT and FRIED GREEN TOMATOES, THEY ran off to FARGO.
NOW,(AND AGAIN) they had to get to THE CORE of A SIMPLE PLAN. By PURE LUCK, they had A NEW HOPE. They had to BRING IT ON!!
THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER annuonced "MY FELLOW AMERICANS! STAND BY ME and we will lead an INSURRECTION!"
But IT'S A MAD MAD MAD MAD WORLD. While putting on their FULL METAL JACKET for THE WAR, PRINCESS MONONOKE was making the GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES. THESE AFFECTIONS TOUCHING ACROSS TIME made things worse X2 (times 2).
The 101 DALMATIANS and THE WINDTALKERS made THE THIRTEENTH WARRIOR nervous. This war was turning into A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. Some thing had to be done.
Suddenly, 13 GHOSTS attacked ROCKY. He found himself in CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER and was CLUELESS. Then somone shouted "Use the BAT(,)MAN!!" And he did. But it tourned out that people had made MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, for by the TWELFTH NIGHT, THE WAR OF THE WORLDS was over, and everyone celebrated with A NIGHT AT THE ROXBERY (or something).
Yeah, my part really sucked. Hope y'all enjoyed that. Until next time!!
Second sememster was boring in that the teacher talked a lot without saying much of importance. By the time he actually got to the point of his ramblings, my mind was in la la land, where naked James Marsters prance about. Is a nice place. The first few classes with this man were as such...
Teacher: This is a carbon. It is an atom. It makes four bonds with other atoms. If a carbon has for bonds with hydrogens, you have methane. If you have two carbons and six hydrogens, you have a ethane. Et cetera, et cetera.
Now, you may think this is pertinant, but keep this in mind. I'm a chemistry student, alebiet a crappy one. But I'm not so dumb that I don't already KNOW all this crap. Follow that up with the fact that he spent three classes reviewing the basics of sugars, lipids and protiens (stuff that most students have been doing since freaking GRADE 11 BIOLOGY!!) makes for an excrutianly boring class.
Thankfully, I sat with Carla and Lynnsey most of the time. Their crazy antics kept me... well, not sane. It's much to late for that. Let's say, they kept me amused. Highly amused. That and writing on Smartie boxes. Don't ask. Carla and Lynnsey saw, and they're now scared for life.
What is the point of all this, you ask?? Well, our boredom manifested itself in some very interesting ways. We made up the Diary Of Kirika (from Noir), which was very amusing. I'm not sure which of us has that one. Plus, we took turns drawing a picture of a man... one of us drew the head, another the nose, another the ears, et cetera, et cetera. The end result was really screwy. Yeah.
Another such of our creations was a story made almost entirely out of movie (or anime, as I've now found out) titles. Behold the wonder of it all!!
To make things easier on the simple minded reader, Lynnsey's writing shall be in italic, mine shall be in plain text, Carla's shall be in bold. Be afraid!! Movie (or anime) titles shall be in caps (Because I can't figure out how to get underline in blogs).
ONE FINE DAY, the ARMY OF DARKNESS were ATTACKED by the RETURN OF THE KILLER TOMATOES.
This PRIMAL FEAR caused the army to be SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE, therefore they all suffered from INSOMNIA. (I didn't know what to write).
After a calming meal of CHOCOLAT and FRIED GREEN TOMATOES, THEY ran off to FARGO.
NOW,(AND AGAIN) they had to get to THE CORE of A SIMPLE PLAN. By PURE LUCK, they had A NEW HOPE. They had to BRING IT ON!!
THE GENERAL'S DAUGHTER annuonced "MY FELLOW AMERICANS! STAND BY ME and we will lead an INSURRECTION!"
But IT'S A MAD MAD MAD MAD WORLD. While putting on their FULL METAL JACKET for THE WAR, PRINCESS MONONOKE was making the GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES. THESE AFFECTIONS TOUCHING ACROSS TIME made things worse X2 (times 2).
The 101 DALMATIANS and THE WINDTALKERS made THE THIRTEENTH WARRIOR nervous. This war was turning into A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. Some thing had to be done.
Suddenly, 13 GHOSTS attacked ROCKY. He found himself in CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER and was CLUELESS. Then somone shouted "Use the BAT(,)MAN!!" And he did. But it tourned out that people had made MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, for by the TWELFTH NIGHT, THE WAR OF THE WORLDS was over, and everyone celebrated with A NIGHT AT THE ROXBERY (or something).
Yeah, my part really sucked. Hope y'all enjoyed that. Until next time!!
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