The Bwun and I have been working on opposites today. If I ask him the what the opposite of quiet is, he says, “Opp. Sit. (whisper) quiet LOUD!” Pretty cool, huh? He also knows big/little, up/down, over/under, and happy/sad. He’s really good at imitating the way I emphasize happy with big smiles and a cheerful tone, and sad with closed eyes and a frown. I love that he tries to frown but can’t get it right – as if he doesn’t know how…
We’ve had a lot of happy/sad in our house lately. Some of it is from the kids; most is from me. I’m really enjoying being back on campus taking classes again. Unfortunately, after a year and a half of law school by proxy, my undergrad classes are unbelievably weaksauce. Every single one has gotten out early this week, because the teachers just went over the syllabus and then said, “Well, I don’t want to jump into the material before you’ve had a chance to read, so…” In one class the teacher actually read the syllabus to us WORD FOR WORD. With further explanations, which really was just rephrasing, and random tangents – like how coronary heart disease develops differently in men and women. (Nope, not in the Intro to Women’s Studies class I’m taking. That was in Deviance & Social Control.) I kind of feel like I’m an adult and I’m certainly not spending time and money to have someone read a syllabus to me. But then the teacher said something about how most the people in the class were born in the early 90s, and I decided maybe my classmates just aren’t adults yet. Is that it?
Or really, help me out here, are my expectations too high? I think in a college class, certainly a junior-level course, we should be doing more than just listening to the teacher repeat what we read in the textbook. And having the syllabus, or any document, read to me word-for-word is a little insulting to me. I CAN READ!
Ok, end of rant.
Happy in our house: the Romgi made absolutely perfect berry ice cream for us last night. We watched Inception while the ice cream was in the freezer. We hadn’t seen the movie before, and I loved it; I want to watch it another 2 or 3 times to see what else I can catch. Each of us accurately predicted one plot element.
Also, we’ve resumed our regularly scheduled Perry Mason evenings.
In other news, I am officially ready to not be sick anymore.