We have a midterm in our Research Methods class on Thursday. Open book, open note. Insideous! Just when I'm reaching the point where I can knock out a paper at home with efficiency (following the requisite lengthy period of garment-rending angst), they go and pull this: a real-time exam.
I let my study buddies copy my notes, and hardly charged them anything, which was nice of me. Savvy still hasn't just now made it home from her honeymoon. But I assume she'll do well on the exam; the word is, she and her new husband sat down and read for their respective classes - some of the time.
In other news, Bunnylou's total Halloween candy haul must weigh eight pounds, easy. In years past, she used to generously share with her loving parents - at least share the candy she wasn't wild about, like Smarties. Nowadays, though, she's more, shall we say, frugal. So far, she's parceled out lousy two Smarties, and I am fairly sure she's inventoried the rest. Buy your own, is her implicit slogan.
I'd like to come back with a snappy parental rejoinder such as Kid, that's why you have an early bedtime, but if I do, she'll get paranoid and hide her stash. And there are no brothers or sisters here to narc her out.
I'll bide my time, and later maybe I'll test the inventory theory.
That's funny, I'm taking a Research Methods class too! Although I'm guessing they're nothing alike (mine includes no math of any kind).
Posted by: Kimberly | November 01, 2005 at 08:56 PM
COme one!!! It's tough to study on the beaches of Kauai....its bad enough I actually had to do homework and then TURN it in. Did I mention there is no free wi-fi on the island? Yeah, that sucked!
Posted by: Savvy | November 01, 2005 at 10:43 PM
Kimberly: So far, I have had no math in my classes. This class is all about quasi-experimental design and survey methods.
Anthony: No, "quasi-experimental design" is NOT a way to describe the urinals in the men's room at the MoMA. I don't care how well-scrubbed they are.
Savvy: The prof was impressed with you for turning in homework from Hawaii!
Posted by: pam | November 01, 2005 at 11:20 PM
First of all, I've never been to MoMA so I have no idea what their urinals look like; secondly, I doubt that the plumbing there is as tres chic as the paintings; thirdly, why the hell was I dragged into this in the first place?? I'm just sitting here minding my own business waiting for King Kong and The Pudding Movie to hit the cinemas...
Posted by: Anthony | November 02, 2005 at 08:08 AM
It's called "Parent Tax." Set the rate early and in your favor, like the government. :)
Posted by: Wende | November 02, 2005 at 06:24 PM