Thursday, January 19, 2006
Semester the Sixth
I had intended to break out my new sneakers for the new semester, but so far it has just not happened. Brandeis is just too gross during the winter for shiny new kicks to be worn. Oddly enough there is no snow no the ground, thanks to balmy weather (60) and a freak downpour of rain and hail yesterday. The Cullick-made shoes will have to do until they give out completely.
During said weather, I was meandering around Boston with Max's mom (she gets alot of blog shout-outs) trying to find Rubin's Center for Deliciousness for Kids who Can't Eat Good. After three u-turns, we managed to find it and it was delicious as advertised.
Hitting 88 miles per hour once more, my first real day of classes did not live up to the hype. My first class was cancelled due to a lack of professor. Hebrew and Spanish went well, but at 1400 I attempted to attend my Computational Neuroscience course and was denied entry to the building. Trying another door met with the same result. I went around to the front entrance where there was a hand-written sign taped to the door, "Bomb Threat, 1/18/06." There had been a rumor of a threat for the Heller school, but that is on the northern tip of campus, while the science quad is smack dab in the middle. Therefore the science quad must be closed. One of the professors who is talking to cop tells me there is no class anywhere in the science quad and I should go home. I gladly oblige, my first real day having been reduced to two classes, only one of which is new.
Today, for the third day running, I had a new class, tomorrow will be my first day without one. Monday and Tuesday I will have another two, so it's almost a streak. Preparations are being made for Operation Hellfire, which may be a semester-long expedition. In an unrelated project, I am trying to isolate the bit of Sherman dairy days that are so detestable. If anyone has information about this, I beg them to share it with me.
Trying to break my addiction to 24 by copy-editing for the Justice,
-Daniel
During said weather, I was meandering around Boston with Max's mom (she gets alot of blog shout-outs) trying to find Rubin's Center for Deliciousness for Kids who Can't Eat Good. After three u-turns, we managed to find it and it was delicious as advertised.
Hitting 88 miles per hour once more, my first real day of classes did not live up to the hype. My first class was cancelled due to a lack of professor. Hebrew and Spanish went well, but at 1400 I attempted to attend my Computational Neuroscience course and was denied entry to the building. Trying another door met with the same result. I went around to the front entrance where there was a hand-written sign taped to the door, "Bomb Threat, 1/18/06." There had been a rumor of a threat for the Heller school, but that is on the northern tip of campus, while the science quad is smack dab in the middle. Therefore the science quad must be closed. One of the professors who is talking to cop tells me there is no class anywhere in the science quad and I should go home. I gladly oblige, my first real day having been reduced to two classes, only one of which is new.
Today, for the third day running, I had a new class, tomorrow will be my first day without one. Monday and Tuesday I will have another two, so it's almost a streak. Preparations are being made for Operation Hellfire, which may be a semester-long expedition. In an unrelated project, I am trying to isolate the bit of Sherman dairy days that are so detestable. If anyone has information about this, I beg them to share it with me.
Trying to break my addiction to 24 by copy-editing for the Justice,
-Daniel
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