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Contagious Dyslexia
Original: http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2000/12/15/23954/184
Like most around here, I just finished my last (well, only) final, so I guess I'll discuss that a bit...
The cold I've been fighting off this whole week has quite definetly hit me. I've got a pretty nasty cough and no energy whatsoever. Oddly enough, I really don't feel all that bad besudes that. I'm still staying home tomorrow, since I don't want it to get worse, but I can't help feeling like a kid ditching school since I'm not dying or something. But everyone at work told me to stay home, so I guess I probably should...
The final was no worse than the midterms, but I was completely brain dead. I don't think my answers to the essay questions were at all coherent, though I think I managed to convey that I had at least a basic understanding of the ideas. I don't know...I'm curious as to whether it will even be readable. I kept writing the wrong words, and was having trouble telling the difference between b's and d's on the multiple choice portion.
This seriously disturbs me. I can't remember ever being sick in such a way that it made me dyslexic. It reminds me of a short story by Octavia Butler - "Speech Sounds", I think, about life after a plague which interferes with people's cognitive functioning, leaving some unable to talk and others unable to read, or something. It's in her collection of short stories with Blood in the child (Blood Child? Something like that). She's a good author.
Speaking of books, I've moved onto A Wind in the Door, by Madeline L'Engle (it's the sequel to A Wrinkle in Time, which I was reading a few entries ago). This copy is in even worse shape than A Wrinkle in Time - it was published in the same year (1973), but I picked it up when the elementary school library decided that it wasn't usable anymore, so it's in pretty bad shape. I made a makeshift cover by putting contact paper over binding, title page, and back page, but I'm still afraid it'll fall apart while I'm reading it.
All the more reason to buy the boxed set, not to mention I don't have a copy of A Swiftly Tilting Planet, the third in the series, which I've only read once and can barely remember.
Anyways, back to the final...
After the final, we had a party at the professor's house. That's what I was cooking the biscotti for last night (it turned out quite well, btw. When dipped in the hot chocolate, it tasted exactly like I remembered it). Lots of good food (we were each supposed to bring a dish that was traditional for our family), but too many people jammed into too small a space.
I rather regret the class ending. It was a good class, with good people in it. I'd like to get a chance to know some of them better, since a lot of us are in the same major, and have similar patchwork college experiences. But I suspect we'll just go our seperate ways unless we happen to meet up in another class sometime...
Anyways, seeing as I'm sick, I should probably go get some sleep.
Like most around here, I just finished my last (well, only) final, so I guess I'll discuss that a bit...
The cold I've been fighting off this whole week has quite definetly hit me. I've got a pretty nasty cough and no energy whatsoever. Oddly enough, I really don't feel all that bad besudes that. I'm still staying home tomorrow, since I don't want it to get worse, but I can't help feeling like a kid ditching school since I'm not dying or something. But everyone at work told me to stay home, so I guess I probably should...
The final was no worse than the midterms, but I was completely brain dead. I don't think my answers to the essay questions were at all coherent, though I think I managed to convey that I had at least a basic understanding of the ideas. I don't know...I'm curious as to whether it will even be readable. I kept writing the wrong words, and was having trouble telling the difference between b's and d's on the multiple choice portion.
This seriously disturbs me. I can't remember ever being sick in such a way that it made me dyslexic. It reminds me of a short story by Octavia Butler - "Speech Sounds", I think, about life after a plague which interferes with people's cognitive functioning, leaving some unable to talk and others unable to read, or something. It's in her collection of short stories with Blood in the child (Blood Child? Something like that). She's a good author.
Speaking of books, I've moved onto A Wind in the Door, by Madeline L'Engle (it's the sequel to A Wrinkle in Time, which I was reading a few entries ago). This copy is in even worse shape than A Wrinkle in Time - it was published in the same year (1973), but I picked it up when the elementary school library decided that it wasn't usable anymore, so it's in pretty bad shape. I made a makeshift cover by putting contact paper over binding, title page, and back page, but I'm still afraid it'll fall apart while I'm reading it.
All the more reason to buy the boxed set, not to mention I don't have a copy of A Swiftly Tilting Planet, the third in the series, which I've only read once and can barely remember.
Anyways, back to the final...
After the final, we had a party at the professor's house. That's what I was cooking the biscotti for last night (it turned out quite well, btw. When dipped in the hot chocolate, it tasted exactly like I remembered it). Lots of good food (we were each supposed to bring a dish that was traditional for our family), but too many people jammed into too small a space.
I rather regret the class ending. It was a good class, with good people in it. I'd like to get a chance to know some of them better, since a lot of us are in the same major, and have similar patchwork college experiences. But I suspect we'll just go our seperate ways unless we happen to meet up in another class sometime...
Anyways, seeing as I'm sick, I should probably go get some sleep.