December 9th, 2003


The email I just sent out to my residents:

Well, guys, it's just about that time. Closing of the dorms for the break is something of an effort, and none of you have ever done it before, so it is in your best interests to come to a hall meeting this week and learn what you need to know. I'm having two because of time conflicts everyone has with any given night:

Please plan to attend one of the following meetings this week:
Wednesday, 8 PM (normal time)
Thursday, 9 PM

There are forms you need and instructions to be given. If you cannot make either of these, it is YOUR responsibility to find me and get the stuff, not mine to track you down. If your inability to follow directions leads directly to me stumbling upon your last second post-finals nookie session, I will not be apologetic, especially if I get fired for using my Master Key to blind myself from the horror.

I know everybody is stressed out, but please try to refrain from throwing yourselves out the kitchen windows to your untimely demise. It creates a lot of extra paperwork for the RA. --Sara
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Two new icons, both inspired by ramen_addict, one directly and one indirectly.

I've got to watch Velvet Goldmine again.

The kid next to me during computer art leaned over while I was making the Remus/Sirius one and asked "Are those words really on his chest?" I was like "If he knows what's good for him."
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    Die Trying and the Teacher Who Won't Shut Up

The Secret Life of My Professors

so, here's a funny story from last week that I forgot to post, which is strangely appropriate to my other new icon.

I had a dream over Thanksgiving Break that my Greek Professor, Houser, is secretly copperbadge. This makes more sense than you might think: Houser goes by Sam, is young, is into Classics, grades a lot of ridiculous work by students, generally makes me laugh until I cry at our weekly meetings. In the dream, I discovered this accidentally when I went into his office without knocking and caught him writing a post.

I told Houser this during our meeting last week, and he denied it but thought it was amusing enough, commenting "so THAT'S why sociofemme was looking at me funny when I talked to her yesterday!" Then he went on to tell me about the paper he's writing, about a Roman who got executed on trumped-up charges, and he said he felt their was no way to accept one body of evidence without totally discounting the other.

I said "Maybe he had an evil twin."
Houser raised an eyebrow, looked me straight in the eye and said:
"Like copperbadge?"