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Well, class was less brain-scrambling tonight, probably because we were only focused on Foucault (...aaaaaand that's pretty much the only time you're going to hear the words "Foucault" and "less brain-scrambling" in the same sentence, unless "Judith Butler" is in there too). But he's still throwing way too much at us too fast; my hand cannot physically keep up with the note-taking. It doesn't help that I write neatly and therefore slowly. For some reason, I can't force myself to scribble, and even if I could, it would mean that I would have to transcribe my notes later, anyway. I AM NOT CLAIMING THIS IS HEALTHY; IT'S JUST HOW IT IS.
Also, this professor and unspecified others in the department have apparently pissed off the sheriff's office by pointing out errors in their statistical analysis of the local homicide rate. Which wouldn't really be a problem, except that as a requirement for another class, I have to do a ride-along with a sheriff's officer and I can already think of about three dozen separate ways that could go horribly wrong before factoring in the possibility that the officer might not be favoribly disposed toward the criminal justice department at my school and possibly its students.
I'll let you know if I end up on "Cops." Hopefully I won't be the one lying facedown on the pavement.
Did I mention we have the highest homicide rate in the state by anyone's calculations? No? Okay.
In better (?) news, I was talking to a guy in my class tonight about my Deviance professor, and he asked, "Oh, has she gotten around to talking about BDSM stuff yet? She loves that." So I have that to look forward to.
GRAD SCHOOL: IT IS TERRIFYING (AND POSSIBLY SPANKY) GOOD TIMES.
Also, this professor and unspecified others in the department have apparently pissed off the sheriff's office by pointing out errors in their statistical analysis of the local homicide rate. Which wouldn't really be a problem, except that as a requirement for another class, I have to do a ride-along with a sheriff's officer and I can already think of about three dozen separate ways that could go horribly wrong before factoring in the possibility that the officer might not be favoribly disposed toward the criminal justice department at my school and possibly its students.
I'll let you know if I end up on "Cops." Hopefully I won't be the one lying facedown on the pavement.
Did I mention we have the highest homicide rate in the state by anyone's calculations? No? Okay.
In better (?) news, I was talking to a guy in my class tonight about my Deviance professor, and he asked, "Oh, has she gotten around to talking about BDSM stuff yet? She loves that." So I have that to look forward to.
GRAD SCHOOL: IT IS TERRIFYING (AND POSSIBLY SPANKY) GOOD TIMES.
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Date: 2012-09-07 03:19 am (UTC)WHY SO HARD, UNI? D:
*pets your brain*
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Date: 2012-09-08 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-12 07:39 am (UTC)cops. muuuuhhhhh, apologize profusely for their behavior and just grovel in general?
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Date: 2012-09-13 04:48 am (UTC)*By me.