Tuesday, September 06, 2005
I spoke with Dr. Reed for about twenty minutes concerning the conference trip. I shall miss all classes except Greek, in which I have a quiz. Friday afternoon the three of us (Tim, Erik, and little me) present our models to Dr. Reed and some of the other Classics faculty (I doubt they would all put in appearances...). Optimally the paper will be finished tonight, tweaked tomorrow, prepared Thursday, and presentable Friday.
Erik hasn't even started his model yet.
I met Rebekah for lunch. She expressed much joy at the gift card, which made me relieved. I am pleased to know her style. We chatted about our classes, hers, being retailing, being especially pointless. All the material is either self-evident or to be gained from experience, except the instructor presents it on slides. I would not arise at nine-thirty for such nonsense, and Rebekah loathes it.
If I taught a retailing class, I would bring in piles of shirts and have a student detail-fold every one of them, arranging them on a display from left to right, light colours to dark. I might have her place a sign or two. I'd stand back, perhaps offer some critique, and then I would run up and knock down the entire thing.
"Put everything back the way it was, in two minutes, starting... NOW."
Heh-heh. That is the world of retail.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:42 AM]