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So I finally had my last class- it's big, but the professor seems pretty darn excited, and it seems really worth it. Amusingly, the first book we have to read is a. a graphic novel, which is rather interesting, and b. about a girl growing up in Iran during the revolution. After last semester with Professor Davidson and her Iranian stories, films, etc it seems a bit like a flashback. But I'm almost done with it- it's short and easy. I probably should have finished my reading for Friday rather than working on the stuff for Monday, but oh well.
My first adventure of this evening was sitting in on the Women's Talmud Shiur. I'd talked to the teacher beforehand, and she said how hard it would be would depend on who showed up- well, everyone else had done Talmud in high school. So I'm not going back: it was sort of neat, but I was just sort of listening, rather than being able to make sense of it. I learned something, I think- but I certainly couldn't say, keep up in the class. So the teacher suggested I join someone else who's doing a chevruta with her, except that I just realized that I have class then. So we'll see what happens.
ADventure number two was the first BORG meeting of the year. I think it went pretty well, although all the usual shtick felt sort of weird with all the freshmen around to whom it was quite foreign. But reading Flash Gordon went over well: it was amusing to see which sorts of stereotyped intonation patterns got used as in previous times, and which new ones cropped up. And well, we'll see which of the freshmen stick. One never knows. In the meantime, it's sort of hard to know which ones to invest in- it's like beginners at dancing, except in big clumps, which makes it harder to sort out. It's all to tempting just to hang out with the other upperclassmen and wait to see who sticks before I invest energy. It's awfully tempting.
Adventure the third is really adventure the first. I've been accidentally sending confusing cultural signals this week. Yesterday I ended up in the accidentally frum-looking outfit: high-necked shirt with half-length sleeves and a long skirt. I didn't even realize it until I left the building. And then today I ended up with the sort of young professional shtick: nice slacks, black t-shirt with a button-down shirt over it, and a matching headband. I only wonder what's going to push itself at me tomorrow. We'll see. I guess all the different concepts sort of make up for the others as far as confusing people into thinking I'm someting I'm not. At this point, I guess it's just saying "don't define me yet" or something like that. I don't know. That's probably reading Way too much into it.
My first adventure of this evening was sitting in on the Women's Talmud Shiur. I'd talked to the teacher beforehand, and she said how hard it would be would depend on who showed up- well, everyone else had done Talmud in high school. So I'm not going back: it was sort of neat, but I was just sort of listening, rather than being able to make sense of it. I learned something, I think- but I certainly couldn't say, keep up in the class. So the teacher suggested I join someone else who's doing a chevruta with her, except that I just realized that I have class then. So we'll see what happens.
ADventure number two was the first BORG meeting of the year. I think it went pretty well, although all the usual shtick felt sort of weird with all the freshmen around to whom it was quite foreign. But reading Flash Gordon went over well: it was amusing to see which sorts of stereotyped intonation patterns got used as in previous times, and which new ones cropped up. And well, we'll see which of the freshmen stick. One never knows. In the meantime, it's sort of hard to know which ones to invest in- it's like beginners at dancing, except in big clumps, which makes it harder to sort out. It's all to tempting just to hang out with the other upperclassmen and wait to see who sticks before I invest energy. It's awfully tempting.
Adventure the third is really adventure the first. I've been accidentally sending confusing cultural signals this week. Yesterday I ended up in the accidentally frum-looking outfit: high-necked shirt with half-length sleeves and a long skirt. I didn't even realize it until I left the building. And then today I ended up with the sort of young professional shtick: nice slacks, black t-shirt with a button-down shirt over it, and a matching headband. I only wonder what's going to push itself at me tomorrow. We'll see. I guess all the different concepts sort of make up for the others as far as confusing people into thinking I'm someting I'm not. At this point, I guess it's just saying "don't define me yet" or something like that. I don't know. That's probably reading Way too much into it.