weather and sundry
around here, lately, the weather has been off. sort of a back and forth, weatherman-couldn't-tell-you kind of off. i don't think even they know what's up.
and speaking of weather, we've had an absolutely lovely day here, nearly 70 in the morning, a little over 70 in the afternoon, and sun, sun, sun. also wind, wind, wind. but that's just how it is.
those weather folks can't quite tell us what's coming down the pipeline, and neither can i. i sure went into that midterm expecting both hell and high water. a sort of never-ending mudslide of unanswerable questions ending in a ring so cold the mud would freeze me into the ground.
there were four pages, 100 points, 50 minutes.
i thought there would be more paradigms. i looked up my answers to the paradigms there were, and found i was right about half of the time. i'm pretty sure i nailed the strong verb conjugation. a shock, but a good one. i mangled the predictable parts of the weak verb. not so much a shock, that.
the noun... let's not talk about the noun. the unthinkable occured there, and not the kind you smile about not thinking.
the entirety of page 2 was identification of verbs based on ublaut series (given: the infinitive. please give: the umlaut, and all the rest of the principle parts.) and naming of specific sound changes and an explanation of why that/those change(s) happened.
much of page three was similarly arranged. there were questions where the professor would point out that the answer to a different question would give you a hint to the current question (and if you got that other question wrong, not only did you lose the hint, but maybe, just maybe, a false hint trashed this answer too).
the translation section was about six lines long. i translate this language at a rate of appx 12 lines an hour. you do that math. i made up the last sentence based on the context.
at the same time, my guesses were profound. inspired. almost preternaturally un-guess-like. we're not talking "the answer's always C," we're talking "it must be palatal dipthongization because of the dot over the 'g'." for all i know, i did well on the sound change section. they were guesses, after all. but good-feeling ones.
at this point, i couldn't recall any questions specifically enough to look up the answers. so i will honestly be in the dark on this until the grades come out. but while i'm still clinging to the mantra from last post, i do have some hope that it isn't that bad.
***
this weekend, my wrist started wonking out. it was stress, i'm sure. i haven't been sitting in the blue chair, i've not spent more than seven hours total in my office or in any chair like the one in my office. i haven't had to lift the cat food from the fridge, though the convenient mini-jar is nearing the bottom. i haven't slept much at all, let alone wrongly. the only thing that's the same as the other times is that i've been stressed. pointed stress, not the long treadmill of grad school. and i've not had much time for knitting.
my solution is twofold.
1] i will set aside the washcloth i'd been carting around and pick up the afghan. it's bigger, but the needles are larger, the yarn is softer, the gauge is looser, and the strain will be negligable on the wrist while still moving it.
2] back to the damn brace. i'd noticed a long while back that the brace did not actually help as much as it should. that my wrist stiffened up too much and ended up hurting more. so movement is absolutely necessary, if not exactly fun. but the brace will prevent those moments of "shitfuck!" when i forget in stillness that the thing doesn't bend as it should without pain. [case in point: today on the drive home i had a hard time turning onto brownfield and nearly slammed into an orange 'thou shalt not drive thine car here' pillar. so driving = brace.]
i haven't been able to think up the right ratio of brace to not brace, though. class notes, knitting, typing are easier without the brace. and without a shift key, typing isn't *that* much of a problem. but lifting schoolbags, driving, playing with cats etc. will need the brace for now.
sleeping is the real grey area. on the one hand, my wrist kills me in the mornings when i've had the brace on overnight. it needs extra warming up and is weaker for a few hours. the hot shower helps. on the other hand, there have been times when i've woken up from a bad wrist angle i'd drifted into at night. those should be avoided and the brace would help with that.
oh well.
stomach's still a bit off, so it may be residual stress, or it may be gumbo. i hope it isn't gumbo, because it tastes good and i have a lot of it.
well, MOO class just got out, so now there's reading for tomorrow morning's class, and then bed. better get to it.
love and peace
and speaking of weather, we've had an absolutely lovely day here, nearly 70 in the morning, a little over 70 in the afternoon, and sun, sun, sun. also wind, wind, wind. but that's just how it is.
those weather folks can't quite tell us what's coming down the pipeline, and neither can i. i sure went into that midterm expecting both hell and high water. a sort of never-ending mudslide of unanswerable questions ending in a ring so cold the mud would freeze me into the ground.
there were four pages, 100 points, 50 minutes.
i thought there would be more paradigms. i looked up my answers to the paradigms there were, and found i was right about half of the time. i'm pretty sure i nailed the strong verb conjugation. a shock, but a good one. i mangled the predictable parts of the weak verb. not so much a shock, that.
the noun... let's not talk about the noun. the unthinkable occured there, and not the kind you smile about not thinking.
the entirety of page 2 was identification of verbs based on ublaut series (given: the infinitive. please give: the umlaut, and all the rest of the principle parts.) and naming of specific sound changes and an explanation of why that/those change(s) happened.
much of page three was similarly arranged. there were questions where the professor would point out that the answer to a different question would give you a hint to the current question (and if you got that other question wrong, not only did you lose the hint, but maybe, just maybe, a false hint trashed this answer too).
the translation section was about six lines long. i translate this language at a rate of appx 12 lines an hour. you do that math. i made up the last sentence based on the context.
at the same time, my guesses were profound. inspired. almost preternaturally un-guess-like. we're not talking "the answer's always C," we're talking "it must be palatal dipthongization because of the dot over the 'g'." for all i know, i did well on the sound change section. they were guesses, after all. but good-feeling ones.
at this point, i couldn't recall any questions specifically enough to look up the answers. so i will honestly be in the dark on this until the grades come out. but while i'm still clinging to the mantra from last post, i do have some hope that it isn't that bad.
***
this weekend, my wrist started wonking out. it was stress, i'm sure. i haven't been sitting in the blue chair, i've not spent more than seven hours total in my office or in any chair like the one in my office. i haven't had to lift the cat food from the fridge, though the convenient mini-jar is nearing the bottom. i haven't slept much at all, let alone wrongly. the only thing that's the same as the other times is that i've been stressed. pointed stress, not the long treadmill of grad school. and i've not had much time for knitting.
my solution is twofold.
1] i will set aside the washcloth i'd been carting around and pick up the afghan. it's bigger, but the needles are larger, the yarn is softer, the gauge is looser, and the strain will be negligable on the wrist while still moving it.
2] back to the damn brace. i'd noticed a long while back that the brace did not actually help as much as it should. that my wrist stiffened up too much and ended up hurting more. so movement is absolutely necessary, if not exactly fun. but the brace will prevent those moments of "shitfuck!" when i forget in stillness that the thing doesn't bend as it should without pain. [case in point: today on the drive home i had a hard time turning onto brownfield and nearly slammed into an orange 'thou shalt not drive thine car here' pillar. so driving = brace.]
i haven't been able to think up the right ratio of brace to not brace, though. class notes, knitting, typing are easier without the brace. and without a shift key, typing isn't *that* much of a problem. but lifting schoolbags, driving, playing with cats etc. will need the brace for now.
sleeping is the real grey area. on the one hand, my wrist kills me in the mornings when i've had the brace on overnight. it needs extra warming up and is weaker for a few hours. the hot shower helps. on the other hand, there have been times when i've woken up from a bad wrist angle i'd drifted into at night. those should be avoided and the brace would help with that.
oh well.
stomach's still a bit off, so it may be residual stress, or it may be gumbo. i hope it isn't gumbo, because it tastes good and i have a lot of it.
well, MOO class just got out, so now there's reading for tomorrow morning's class, and then bed. better get to it.
love and peace
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