Help! What is going on here?
I don't know what's going on, either. But as soon as I either develop some time management skills or finish my semester, the cheek will return.
15 October 2010
Meet My Instructor
I knew she had a brilliant sense of humour before I entered her class, because her office is across the hall from my instructor's office from over the summer, and I used to read the stuff on her door while waiting. And that's when I decided that I wanted to be in her class, whatever it was.
Turns out "whatever" is pretty darn depressing-- it's about the rhetoric of war. But it's a history of rhetoric class, so we're studying wars from so long ago (the Peloponnesian War, for instance) that, as she says, we don't care who won, so it's easy to look at the rhetoric without our own emotion getting in the way (as would certainly happen if we discussed, say, the Iraq War). We will eventually get to Vietnam, but not until we've had lots of practise looking for the rhetoric in a situation. Plus, the majority of these modern college students probably don't have parents that can remember much about Vietnam, being as they are 10 years+ younger than I and my parents were teenagers during the conflict; the emotion is still pretty well diminished.
Enough about the class: I've named this instructor Red Ball. Actually, she named herself that and I've just appropriated it, being as I can't think of anything better (I have got to practise naming things). One of her dogs was a bit OCD about his red ball, apparently, so much so that when he tore it up they had to replace it with another red ball because he wouldn't touch any other colour. This dog also wouldn't let any other dogs play with his red ball, and apparently thought the squirrels were also out to get the red ball. So, Red Ball uses illustrations that involve wars with squirrels and fights over red balls. It's great. Brings an element of fun to a class about a depressing topic.