Voila

As a distinguished professor, I must say that I am disappointed with the amount of French being used in my grad classes. Perhaps I don't really want to hear my head prof, WW, speak French with her accent vilain but I must say that I expected to be getting at least 6 hours of French conversation in per week. At this rate I'm getting in about two hours, plus what I am teaching. Oh well, life can't give you everything you want. However, if you have a powerbook G4 to spare, I wouldn't mind taking it off your hands for you.

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Andy

First Post, I have cracked under pressure

I swore I would never actually start blogging, especially after seeing how much time I spent in my last blog site at opendiary.com, but I guess boredom and a desire to once more write freely has won me over. I will make this a short post as I sit in a T.A. office on the fourth floor of an OSU building and have class in a little over an hour. I have reading to do before class, and I am debating whether or not to do my reading for the day, as I have more important events coming up later in the week (a presentation on Proust and his use of jealousy) and as I am also not interested in Russian formalism and Bakhtine theory. Blah blah blah, the maze of academia is long and winding, and I'm really not sure how I feel about it at this point. Is this going to be my life for the rest of my working years; reading, publishing, attending conferences and classes that really don't interest me that much? I guess still have time to figure it out, but until then I can only pray that God will guide my steps. Okay, off to class.