Day 2. Well, 10, but Day 2 of classes.
May. 28th, 2003 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_multiplemanOK.
Sore muscles? Check.
Sore brain? Check.
Ice cream and oatmeal? Possible check, assuming company?
I think I did better both classes, though, today. Still didn't land much of anything but I decided I'd trust the pads and the dampening field today and at least dish out some good swings, and Mr. Logan's expression wasn't quite as disgusted today. I'm going to call that improvement and hope I don't get jumped by ninjas anytime soon.
Haven't seen anybody standing outside and telling me they aren't a hedge, move along, so I think I'm OK on the ninja front. :)
And then Ms. Frost's class . . . was almost fun, right at first. I remembered not to have any dupes running around this time (and I wasn't nearly so embarrassed about what she might pick up accidentally 'cause of still being annoyed about the things she said about Sam, even if he did say she didn't mean 'em that way) and then she linked everybody together and had us sort of play tag.
It was actually a lot like finding dupes, the way she had us hooked together. Sort of shifting attention over, only there was somebody already there that wasn't me. I was starting to get pretty good at it, I think--finding everybody all right, anyway--and then I dunno what she did but suddenly everywhere I went it was like the time I accidentally zapped myself on the toaster after Mom told me it was broken. Little booby traps, I guess, but I couldn't for the life of me tell where the darn things were. I guess I was sort of charging on in, but I never really thought there was another way to do it. Guess it's not much like finding dupes after all.
And finally I had my appointment with Ms. Braddock about my poem. She gave me a lot to think about, I still pretty much am thinking about it, but it looks like it might be a pretty cool class.
Sore muscles? Check.
Sore brain? Check.
Ice cream and oatmeal? Possible check, assuming company?
I think I did better both classes, though, today. Still didn't land much of anything but I decided I'd trust the pads and the dampening field today and at least dish out some good swings, and Mr. Logan's expression wasn't quite as disgusted today. I'm going to call that improvement and hope I don't get jumped by ninjas anytime soon.
Haven't seen anybody standing outside and telling me they aren't a hedge, move along, so I think I'm OK on the ninja front. :)
And then Ms. Frost's class . . . was almost fun, right at first. I remembered not to have any dupes running around this time (and I wasn't nearly so embarrassed about what she might pick up accidentally 'cause of still being annoyed about the things she said about Sam, even if he did say she didn't mean 'em that way) and then she linked everybody together and had us sort of play tag.
It was actually a lot like finding dupes, the way she had us hooked together. Sort of shifting attention over, only there was somebody already there that wasn't me. I was starting to get pretty good at it, I think--finding everybody all right, anyway--and then I dunno what she did but suddenly everywhere I went it was like the time I accidentally zapped myself on the toaster after Mom told me it was broken. Little booby traps, I guess, but I couldn't for the life of me tell where the darn things were. I guess I was sort of charging on in, but I never really thought there was another way to do it. Guess it's not much like finding dupes after all.
And finally I had my appointment with Ms. Braddock about my poem. She gave me a lot to think about, I still pretty much am thinking about it, but it looks like it might be a pretty cool class.
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Date: 2017-12-27 05:45 pm (UTC)May 28 2003, 23:17:44 UTC
Company, also check.
I don't seem to find people so easily so far, and ran into an awful lot of traps, but I did feel a bit as if I mostly bounced off them when I flinched. They still stung, though.
Ms. Frost said something about my ability to close my mind. I'm not at all sure she meant it nicely.
I'm a bit nervous about going to Professor Braddock. I didn't say my poem was bad (just nonsense in places) because I sort of like it, and I suppose I'll find out all I did wrong with it. But I ought to know, of course.
x_crowdofone
May 28 2003, 23:32:09 UTC
Cool. It's kind of late to go down to the big kitchen, but I hid some ice cream in the mini-freezer up here in a box labeled "fish sticks," and I know there's oatmeal stuff.
I think she'd probably say she meant it nicely and there's always the nice interpretation, so it's hard to argue, but you can kind of tell. She (and Feathers) kind of remind me of this girl from my old school, her dad owned practically all the farm equipment dealerships in our part of Kansas.
Professor Braddock pointed out a bunch of things about my poem, but it more "it might be better if you think about this" instead of "you did this wrong." It was very thorough, but not really scary or anything. I'm sure you'll do fine.
x_kitten
May 29 2003, 05:19:43 UTC
"fish sticks", eh? Good to know. :D
aren't a hedge, move along,
These are not the ninjas you are looking for. Fnord.
x_crowdofone
May 29 2003, 09:31:14 UTC
That was yesterday. I'm not leaving my stash in the same container every day in this house. ;)
Speaking of sneaky, though, if you've got a minute today I've been sort of working on this plan, and Ms. Blaire thinks you could make the bit I can't figure out a whole lot easier. Won't say any more here, but I think it'll be pretty funny if it works.
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x_kitten
May 29 2003, 09:45:48 UTC
Clever boy. *g*
Sure, probably glad to help. Catch me after Dr. Essex's lecture?
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x_crowdofone
May 29 2003, 09:47:06 UTC
Sure thing. See you then. :)