I'm in a Russian Morphology class of size 1: me. I think I like it,
particularly since my professor is a dainty little slip of a grad
student whom I could easily take down in a dark alley, making her much
vaster array of knowledge less intimidating than it would be if it were
ensconsed in some guy with six different offices and bodyguards. And
aside from a I-haven't-taken-Russian-in-three-weeks sort of slip up
(she walks in and says, "Как вас зовут?" to which I responded "хорошо,"
("What is your name?" "I'm fine.")), I haven't humiliated myself too
terribly yet, by which I mean I have as good a starting base of
knowledge as she was prepared for. Of course, this also means I'll have
to come to class and be responsible and do the reading.
Semantics looks pretty dreadful. However,
newredshoes,
I will tell you that you should have skipped that Shakespeare class
downstairs yesterday, because Chris Kennedy bears a striking
resemblance to Adrian Brody, which I think you are more capable of
appreciating than I.
Russian is Russian. Oh, Radik.
And OCS should be fun. Victor Friedman wore a red and blue checked shirt with a marbled purply bow tie, a grey vest that was much too big for him, enormous glasses, and hair that extended about three inches straight out in every direction from his scalp. And he reassured me when I expressed my concern that one of the text-books was written in German, "Oh, no, you don't need to speak German. Just read it. And if you're a grad student you'll need to know how to do it anyway, so you might as well start now." I plan to hit up the fellow I got friendly with in Intro to Slavic Linguistics last quarter for a translation, because he did his undergrad work in German, and I have no intention of spending forty dollars on a book in a language I have no knowledge of. And he's used to being taken advantage of: both last quarter and this he, a grad student and a TA, was asked by the professors to use his TA privileges to photocopy and make PDFs of various books and documents, and he unprotestingly went and did it. Good man. That kind of attitude on your part will get me far in life.
Semantics looks pretty dreadful. However,
Russian is Russian. Oh, Radik.
And OCS should be fun. Victor Friedman wore a red and blue checked shirt with a marbled purply bow tie, a grey vest that was much too big for him, enormous glasses, and hair that extended about three inches straight out in every direction from his scalp. And he reassured me when I expressed my concern that one of the text-books was written in German, "Oh, no, you don't need to speak German. Just read it. And if you're a grad student you'll need to know how to do it anyway, so you might as well start now." I plan to hit up the fellow I got friendly with in Intro to Slavic Linguistics last quarter for a translation, because he did his undergrad work in German, and I have no intention of spending forty dollars on a book in a language I have no knowledge of. And he's used to being taken advantage of: both last quarter and this he, a grad student and a TA, was asked by the professors to use his TA privileges to photocopy and make PDFs of various books and documents, and he unprotestingly went and did it. Good man. That kind of attitude on your part will get me far in life.
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Date: 2006-01-04 10:42 pm (UTC)Does he need to be jumped?
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Date: 2006-01-05 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-06 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
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