I'm with Ryan. Just leave your door open and let people see you engaging in your interests. If they have similar interests, they might stop in and say 'hi'. And before you know it, you'll be president of the school's masturbation club.
I mean if you are into sports or activity go to the gym or where-ever the field is on campus that people play sports and games at and go ask to join in. Even if you do not get anyone's names or anything, you are still seeing people and having fun. Kind of a fun way to break the ice, and if you meet someone really cool you can see if they want to hang out another time, or maybe even go do something right after.
I'm with Ryan. Just leave your door open and let people see you engaging in your interests. If they have similar interests, they might stop in and say 'hi'. And before you know it, you'll be president of the school's masturbation club.
Greg has a job interview on Monday! He could very possibly be making more money than he is now by working 10 hours LESS per week than now, AND he'll have weekends off!
So why is this in the sad thread? He's going to shave for the interview
Lol. We've been discussing the options. I don't know if I can be satisfied with my man if I look up and he's clean shaven, so Greg might be sporting a goatee for a while.
I don't think it's fair to withhold sex in this scenario, but if it's going to be an issue I'll sport some stubble for balance. I'm willing to make this sacrifice.
I don't want to get into the details, but there's a good chance that I have both Prosopagnosia (face-blindness) and Asperger Syndrome (a form of autism). My mind is the only thing I have, but it turns out it may not work that well.
That's no fun at all. The face-blindness thing alone would be frustrating.
Oh it is, especially when someone starts talking to me (and apparently they know me, because they are asking questions that require previous knowledge of my life) but I don't recognize them. I can't exactly say, "Excuse me, sir, but I seem to have completely forgotten who you are and how you know me," without sounding rude. And movies can be confusing when I can't tell who is who.
The irony here is that Art is my minor and cartooning is a hobby of mine. You would think I'd have learned a thing or two about faces and their identification by now.
I sometimes forget people too, but that's because I have a ridiculously oversized ego that requires people to prove their value to me before I spend any energy committing their features to memory.
I'm pretty good with faces, but as I don't use names when a pronoun will get me the same thing, I don't figure out names very fast. Probably would if I actually used them though.
I wrote out a whole goddamn rant about teaching and some stupid keyboard shortcut that I don't even know exists pressed back on the fucking browser.
Fuck. Long story short: teaching composition is bumming me out, and I want to teach something else in hopes that it will mesh with me better. But I hope I'm not just being a bitch and blaming my tools when I'm to blame. I just wish that I wasn't teaching once a week, three hour long evening classes. I HATE EVENING CLASSES. And I want to be a good teacher, but I have no way of telling.
I thought most modern browsers alerted you when you're navigating out of a page you've typed content in, to prevent such shenanigans. Might even be a setting in whatever browser you're using.
Most websites I type text into anymore will alert me if I try to leave the page with text entered, but of all the websites that don't, hotmail doens't. Pisses me off; accidentally pressing backspace in the browser when not in the text box has made me rage on several occasions.
None of my browsers do that. At least not on any of the sites I go to. At the very least not from hitting back. Additionally if I do go back I can just go forward and my typing will be back again. No worries. Granted I also can't say I ever have an issue with that in the first place. I'd actually get annoyed if my browser pestered me about an unposted form.
I could also mention that I've been a student in a college composition night class. I had what had to be the dullest text book in the history of textbooks. I'd say it was the least helpful as well, but I've had the misfortune of being proven wrong on that.
I also remember going to a literature night class straight from work. Spending a 9 hour day on my feet working a blue-collar job and then having to got to a class for a few hours resulting in me struggling to stay awake in class. I was generally a very good student but night classes are evil. When your body is screaming for you to just lay down and sleep because you are exhausted, you don't function well as a student.
Trying to teach a classroom full of people like that would be abnormally difficult, especially if you are teaching some general class like composition or literature.
Well, I use Firefox. Could anyone tell me how to get rid of that horrid shortcut?
And Xo, you're totally right. I know that it's a bad time, and I don't blame them for all the issues I had. Right now I'm on Cloud 9 since I tried talking about bullshitting a different way tonight (I teach 3 sections of the same class) and it worked wonderfully. So my confidence is restored. I have to try to remember that there are things beyond me that affect how my classes go. And if it IS something about the way I'm doing things, I can always improve myself for the next class and since every 4 months I get to teach the course again to a completely different group of people.
I don't think I can do this. I don't think I'm cut out for this kind of bullshit. I had things all planned out for the next 2 weeks and then I talked to the chair of the department and told me that the things I had planned probably wouldn't work and gave me all kinds of crazy suggestions about what to do. Thing is, I know these students, and I don't think they'll respond to these things at all. Not to mention I'm going to have to completely redo the entire unit by tomorrow and make sure everything fits together.
I feel like I'm dying. I can barely eat anything, I'm on the verge of tears, and I'm so frustrated with this entire fucking system I can barely breathe. Now I'm sitting in my office trying to cobble something together for the next few weeks but knowing that I have to go teach at 6:30 is making it really fucking hard. I wish I could quit. If this was a normal job, I could just quit and get on with my life. But I have to either sit this through for the rest of the semester or ruin my future teaching career. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing, as I'm not even sure that I can teach anymore. I'm so fucking lost and broken and hurt and I need help and no one can help me with this. No one can help me, and it only keeps getting worse. I need to get out of here, but I can't. I can't I can't and I want to be happy again but nothing is working and I can't live like this for the next two months.
Sorry man. That sounds like a pretty awful turn of events. I will admit I'm having a rough time with work myself, but I do still technically have the option to quit. I really hope you can sort this stuff out. Also, don't die. That would such extra hard.
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I mean if you are into sports or activity go to the gym or where-ever the field is on campus that people play sports and games at and go ask to join in. Even if you do not get anyone's names or anything, you are still seeing people and having fun. Kind of a fun way to break the ice, and if you meet someone really cool you can see if they want to hang out another time, or maybe even go do something right after.
There's a club!?
So why is this in the sad thread? He's going to shave for the interview
Lauren is very very sad about this
Plus... it's facial hair. I think every guy should have facial hair, remember?
Oh it is, especially when someone starts talking to me (and apparently they know me, because they are asking questions that require previous knowledge of my life) but I don't recognize them. I can't exactly say, "Excuse me, sir, but I seem to have completely forgotten who you are and how you know me," without sounding rude. And movies can be confusing when I can't tell who is who.
The irony here is that Art is my minor and cartooning is a hobby of mine. You would think I'd have learned a thing or two about faces and their identification by now.
I wrote out a whole goddamn rant about teaching and some stupid keyboard shortcut that I don't even know exists pressed back on the fucking browser.
Fuck. Long story short: teaching composition is bumming me out, and I want to teach something else in hopes that it will mesh with me better. But I hope I'm not just being a bitch and blaming my tools when I'm to blame. I just wish that I wasn't teaching once a week, three hour long evening classes. I HATE EVENING CLASSES. And I want to be a good teacher, but I have no way of telling.
I could also mention that I've been a student in a college composition night class. I had what had to be the dullest text book in the history of textbooks. I'd say it was the least helpful as well, but I've had the misfortune of being proven wrong on that.
I also remember going to a literature night class straight from work. Spending a 9 hour day on my feet working a blue-collar job and then having to got to a class for a few hours resulting in me struggling to stay awake in class. I was generally a very good student but night classes are evil. When your body is screaming for you to just lay down and sleep because you are exhausted, you don't function well as a student.
Trying to teach a classroom full of people like that would be abnormally difficult, especially if you are teaching some general class like composition or literature.
And Xo, you're totally right. I know that it's a bad time, and I don't blame them for all the issues I had. Right now I'm on Cloud 9 since I tried talking about bullshitting a different way tonight (I teach 3 sections of the same class) and it worked wonderfully. So my confidence is restored. I have to try to remember that there are things beyond me that affect how my classes go. And if it IS something about the way I'm doing things, I can always improve myself for the next class and since every 4 months I get to teach the course again to a completely different group of people.
I don't think I can do this. I don't think I'm cut out for this kind of bullshit. I had things all planned out for the next 2 weeks and then I talked to the chair of the department and told me that the things I had planned probably wouldn't work and gave me all kinds of crazy suggestions about what to do. Thing is, I know these students, and I don't think they'll respond to these things at all. Not to mention I'm going to have to completely redo the entire unit by tomorrow and make sure everything fits together.
I feel like I'm dying. I can barely eat anything, I'm on the verge of tears, and I'm so frustrated with this entire fucking system I can barely breathe. Now I'm sitting in my office trying to cobble something together for the next few weeks but knowing that I have to go teach at 6:30 is making it really fucking hard. I wish I could quit. If this was a normal job, I could just quit and get on with my life. But I have to either sit this through for the rest of the semester or ruin my future teaching career. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing, as I'm not even sure that I can teach anymore. I'm so fucking lost and broken and hurt and I need help and no one can help me with this. No one can help me, and it only keeps getting worse. I need to get out of here, but I can't. I can't I can't and I want to be happy again but nothing is working and I can't live like this for the next two months.