I ended up having professionals fix my broken chain tensioner. Then I biked into class today. Must have panniers. Lower back no like. I’ve accepted that I’m a busy grad student & started buying more heat & eat crap. This will sadly result in an increase in the diversity in my diet. I stayed really late on campus for the first time, so I could finish a group project and an assignment due tomorrow morning. Now I’m procrastinating the bike ride home.
Started having some serious doubts about the way I’m spending my time. I’ve been here what, a month or two? I’m feeling alot of things rubbing me the wrong way. My research assistantship blows, and must go. I’ll get a TA appointment. I’m more seriously considering the whole canada thing. Actually looked at it today. I think I would be happier living in Canada, though I’m not sure I’d travel as much as I would were I to live here. The question becomes,
Had a painful moment in my later class today. The professor screwed up some equations. He seems to have a Bush-esque difficulty acknowledging total fuckups, as he never admitted to the mistake, but muddled through as if he’d done something sensible, or done what he meant to do. The TAs were there and didn’t correct him. I felt sorry for him, and sorry for the class as a whole. And it got me thinking about whether this whole grad school thing is a valuable use of my time and money. Then we got the group assignment we’d done back, and it had valuable feedback. (turns out we got as low a grade as anyone got, which was an a-/b+).
Our TA from that class joined us at the weekly dinner thing. We talked about goals and experiences, and the class. It was good overall. Yay ethiopian food. =)
I think I’d like to do exactly the sort of stuff he was doing before he got in to the humphrey. He was working for a consulting firm which specialized in non-profits. It allowed him a chance to check out many different sorts of work in the field. That’d be a good thing for me. I can theorize all I like (and frequently do more than I like), but it’s where the rubber meets the road that we all live. And theories are there to be tested.
Dude, refuse to tolerate the blackboard fuckups. I always call people on them, and the rare occasions when I’ve been the one doing the presentation, I’m usually grateful when others point them out to me.