Saturday, September 04, 2004
I am a bore.
Amy and I found ourselves with nothing constructive to do, so until a few minutes ago we watched I Love The Nineties. The fact that I could physically feel my brain cells popping out of existence led me to exit the room for some mindless computer wandering. Daisy Fuentes convinced Amy she ought to buy a Winsor Pilates tape. The commercial sucked me in, too. I do loathe high-impact moving.
I read the first logic chapter, to discover it contains ninety percent more material than the professor has covered during lecture. He has reviewed the first basic concept (syllogistic or Aristotleian logic) in generalities, without explicitly addressing its name, development, uses, et cetera. According to the syllabus, he will cover the entire rest of the chapter next week. But I suppose I should not bewail a slow pace for this type of class.
I am off to read the classical mythology text, some of which, the professor warned, will be on the exams and some of which will not. The fun lies in guessing what to retain and what to discard!
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:47 AM]