Last week I was damn near asleep only half way through Monday's class and I was kept awake solely by the growing migraine caused by ... blink.blink.blink.blink ... of the fluorescent light at the front of the room that was flashing more than 60 times a minute, accompanied by the wonderful sound of ... buzzow.buzzow.buzzow.buzzow ... of each and every flash.
This week I faced a nearly identical situation. Before I had been sitting in the classroom for even an hour I was already obsessively checking my phone to see what time it was.
The light was strobing away, flashing like a drunken 18 year old on her first spring break...my migraine was again gaining irritating strength...and the professor had yet to make a single argument despite all his talking...
...I got grumpy...
I respect the guy - not only is he an incredibly smart guy (who just happens to talk through his nose and have hair rivaled only by The Donald), but one that can talk politics (as is the nature of the program we're in) AND leave his personal leanings at the door. I just wish he could do more than throw out bits & pieces of information that could form an argument if assembled correctly.
Maybe then I could stay focused...
Posted by Princess Cat at September 19, 2005 07:59 PM @ 07:59 PM in Grad School // Permalink | TrackBackhang in their, cat..i feel you on the florescents...they have the same effect on me..
Posted by: shoe at September 20, 2005 01:11 PM