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Apr. 26th, 2007 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseYesterday Colin and I went with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
forodwaith to the giant Children's Hospital used book sale on at St. Vital mall. I went with the intent only to snatch up real rarities, and forgot the other lure of this book sale, which is prices WAAAAY cheaper than used book stores. I managed to buy only two books, one a Judith Tarr trilogy-in-one with a **dreadful** old Science fiction book club cover -- for which i found the first book on its own for a whole ten cents less. The other, Peg Kerr's Emerald House Rising, Forodwaith had been meaning to buy, and I'd have been happy to have her do so, but she gave it to me when she surpassed her budget for the sale. Total cost, $4.00. I almost picked up the first two of Barbara Hambly's excellent trilogy starting with Time of the Dark, but they weren't *enough* cheaper than used book store prices, and they're not that hard to find, or that high on my priority list.
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All exams down:
The Drama I one was easy enough: I ran out of time before the second essay was done, and I suspect the last paragraphs showed it, but A) I got enough down that it shoud be obvious I hadn't run out of things to say, and, as it happens, my point form notes are in the booklet should he doubt I had more planned.
The Take Home exam wasn't hard, either, mostly requiring that i actually reread the works I meant to write about, and a few of my notes thereon, but pouring out the essays wasn't particularly painful. I went well over time, of course, but I suspect everyone doing a take-home exam does. I think he gets suspicious if it's too polished.
History... the short answer portion, which was identical to thew quizzes we'd done earlier in the year, was a breeze. The first essay i did was on one of the topics I'd prepped the most, so it zoomed by. Then...
Then I wrote several lines of prep notes for the second, added a bunch of marginalia, and thewn crossed the lot out. I wrote two sentences on another topic, the first of which was, "Do you really want to risk a topic where you missed a class in the middle?" Then I write about four lines, virtually all marginalia, on another topic (Which among other things was partly related to my first essay, though the bits that weren't would be a bear), then crossed *that* out.
All in all, I spent fifteen to twenty minutes just staring at the essay topics and my notes, started to write on the subject I'd written the most prepapartion for, and, quite literally partway trought the first paragraph, said, Screw it, and managed to twist it around to fit the topic which I'd missed one class on. And I wrote a compelte essay in a white heat, and remembered almsot everything, though, with that start, it took about a page to get around to anything like a point. I suspect if Bowler reads my prep notes he's going to laugh himself sick. But I also think I proved I did know the subject after all.
So. All done. And today I reread Diana Wynne Jones' Witch Week. Rachelmanija calls it one of her three favourites, and since her other two are ones I agree with, and her other recommended ones likewise, I wondered if I hadn't given this one insufficient chance. Well, it's better than I recalled - and even at that, few Diana Wynne Jones' aren't at least worthwhile -- but also not exactly top five for me.
That's about it for me this month. All my spare time got et up with reading the serious stuff, and other forms of studying, or else with getting up and moving around because I was so stiff and sore from an excess of study. Much WII sports has been played, but the garden also got raked and readied for new plants and old ones. I hadn't realised a newly growing rhubarb looked quite so much like shrivelled green brains (Or, if you accidentally rake the smooth outside piece off, like shrivelled pink brains). And we have an *Amazing* number of ladybugs.
Little archery. Colin has either not been in the mood, or his wrist has still been hurting. He'd take me if I pressed, but I ahven't been pressing, as he'd still be paying for my shooting, and it seems wrong without him beside.
Soon I will start writing Ketan's story again. Meantime, much fun reading awaits!
forodwaith to the giant Children's Hospital used book sale on at St. Vital mall. I went with the intent only to snatch up real rarities, and forgot the other lure of this book sale, which is prices WAAAAY cheaper than used book stores. I managed to buy only two books, one a Judith Tarr trilogy-in-one with a **dreadful** old Science fiction book club cover -- for which i found the first book on its own for a whole ten cents less. The other, Peg Kerr's Emerald House Rising, Forodwaith had been meaning to buy, and I'd have been happy to have her do so, but she gave it to me when she surpassed her budget for the sale. Total cost, $4.00. I almost picked up the first two of Barbara Hambly's excellent trilogy starting with Time of the Dark, but they weren't *enough* cheaper than used book store prices, and they're not that hard to find, or that high on my priority list._________________
All exams down:
The Drama I one was easy enough: I ran out of time before the second essay was done, and I suspect the last paragraphs showed it, but A) I got enough down that it shoud be obvious I hadn't run out of things to say, and, as it happens, my point form notes are in the booklet should he doubt I had more planned.
The Take Home exam wasn't hard, either, mostly requiring that i actually reread the works I meant to write about, and a few of my notes thereon, but pouring out the essays wasn't particularly painful. I went well over time, of course, but I suspect everyone doing a take-home exam does. I think he gets suspicious if it's too polished.
History... the short answer portion, which was identical to thew quizzes we'd done earlier in the year, was a breeze. The first essay i did was on one of the topics I'd prepped the most, so it zoomed by. Then...
Then I wrote several lines of prep notes for the second, added a bunch of marginalia, and thewn crossed the lot out. I wrote two sentences on another topic, the first of which was, "Do you really want to risk a topic where you missed a class in the middle?" Then I write about four lines, virtually all marginalia, on another topic (Which among other things was partly related to my first essay, though the bits that weren't would be a bear), then crossed *that* out.
All in all, I spent fifteen to twenty minutes just staring at the essay topics and my notes, started to write on the subject I'd written the most prepapartion for, and, quite literally partway trought the first paragraph, said, Screw it, and managed to twist it around to fit the topic which I'd missed one class on. And I wrote a compelte essay in a white heat, and remembered almsot everything, though, with that start, it took about a page to get around to anything like a point. I suspect if Bowler reads my prep notes he's going to laugh himself sick. But I also think I proved I did know the subject after all.
So. All done. And today I reread Diana Wynne Jones' Witch Week. Rachelmanija calls it one of her three favourites, and since her other two are ones I agree with, and her other recommended ones likewise, I wondered if I hadn't given this one insufficient chance. Well, it's better than I recalled - and even at that, few Diana Wynne Jones' aren't at least worthwhile -- but also not exactly top five for me.
That's about it for me this month. All my spare time got et up with reading the serious stuff, and other forms of studying, or else with getting up and moving around because I was so stiff and sore from an excess of study. Much WII sports has been played, but the garden also got raked and readied for new plants and old ones. I hadn't realised a newly growing rhubarb looked quite so much like shrivelled green brains (Or, if you accidentally rake the smooth outside piece off, like shrivelled pink brains). And we have an *Amazing* number of ladybugs.
Little archery. Colin has either not been in the mood, or his wrist has still been hurting. He'd take me if I pressed, but I ahven't been pressing, as he'd still be paying for my shooting, and it seems wrong without him beside.
Soon I will start writing Ketan's story again. Meantime, much fun reading awaits!
