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olorielOh my goodness. I, like, had a revelation. I suddenly felt what it's like to be in a class that actually makes you want to participate in a discussion (mainly because the guy doing the presentation didn't get much, I'm afraid, but still). THREE TIMES. The entire discussion was done by that guy, the professor, and me, with two guest questions. And I didn't kill anyone!
It was fun.
I suppose it implies that I should go into linguistic anthropology. (Which Cologne doesn't offer.)
The downside is that Prof. Adone promptly overran the class, which made me come too late to the cathedral where I meant to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nimielle, who was no longer there by the time. I'm sorry! *flails* We'll have to try again next week?
Now, if any of those around in Cologne want to be in a really absurd seminar, come to Clichés and Stereotypes in the Colonial and Post-Colonial Context. Basically, it's a joint venture by the institute for Chinese studies, the institute for Japanese studies, the institute for Malayan studies, the institute for Islamic studies and the Regional Sciences: East Asia institute.
It was scheduled for 6 pm. Unfortunately they failed to tell everyone that it was 6 pm s.t. (sine tempore, i.e. without the additional quarter-hour we're used to) as opposed to 6 pm c.t. (cum tempore, i.e. it says 6 pm but really starts at 6:15).
The professor for RSEA [which, if you read the letters the German way, sounds like Eressëa, heh] was a bit slow on the uptake.
The professor for Islamic studies was all the faster.
The professor for Malayology hadn't really prepared any presentation topics and came up with four dead boring ones.
The professor for Japanese studies had only just returned from Japan.
Neither of them had met after putting down the basic outline of the course.
Which led to them discussing random stuff like conflicts we never heard of and problems nobody really has and books nobody wants to read all the time.
They were fighting and arguing amongst themselves. It was a panel discussion, really; us students only got to watch.
Watch for half an hour while they discussed about which texts to read for next week before finally deciding that they'd just put copies in the seminar folders.
Ah, the joys of academia.
Oh oh oh!malicedl! How about the semester choir? I don't dare go there alone...
It was fun.
I suppose it implies that I should go into linguistic anthropology. (Which Cologne doesn't offer.)
The downside is that Prof. Adone promptly overran the class, which made me come too late to the cathedral where I meant to meet
nimielle, who was no longer there by the time. I'm sorry! *flails* We'll have to try again next week?Now, if any of those around in Cologne want to be in a really absurd seminar, come to Clichés and Stereotypes in the Colonial and Post-Colonial Context. Basically, it's a joint venture by the institute for Chinese studies, the institute for Japanese studies, the institute for Malayan studies, the institute for Islamic studies and the Regional Sciences: East Asia institute.
It was scheduled for 6 pm. Unfortunately they failed to tell everyone that it was 6 pm s.t. (sine tempore, i.e. without the additional quarter-hour we're used to) as opposed to 6 pm c.t. (cum tempore, i.e. it says 6 pm but really starts at 6:15).
The professor for RSEA [which, if you read the letters the German way, sounds like Eressëa, heh] was a bit slow on the uptake.
The professor for Islamic studies was all the faster.
The professor for Malayology hadn't really prepared any presentation topics and came up with four dead boring ones.
The professor for Japanese studies had only just returned from Japan.
Neither of them had met after putting down the basic outline of the course.
Which led to them discussing random stuff like conflicts we never heard of and problems nobody really has and books nobody wants to read all the time.
They were fighting and arguing amongst themselves. It was a panel discussion, really; us students only got to watch.
Watch for half an hour while they discussed about which texts to read for next week before finally deciding that they'd just put copies in the seminar folders.
Ah, the joys of academia.
Oh oh oh!
malicedl! How about the semester choir? I don't dare go there alone...
