January 4th, 2007
|03:59 pm - Steps to a better life:|
Today's excursion into entirely different modes of experiencing communication was nigh disastrous.
- Step 1: Learn ASL for "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
- Step 2: ?
- Step 3: Profit!
Thankfully, there was a cute girl sitting next to me who kinda knew what she was doing, and was willing to help me out.
I'm in over my head with the ASL stuff, but the Chaote is kicking in.
If that little bastard weren't so rusty at existence, I might stand a chance at acing this course.
As it stands, I walked out repeating, "I will not be frightened by the fact that I can't keep up with a girl on the first day of class. I will not give in to frustration. I am not here for me. I am here for my Grove, ADF, and my co-workers. If no one sees me for ten weeks, they can deal with that."
And in a little voice at the back of my head, I was repeating something deeper and more ingrained:
I must not fear.Then I turned around and looked back at Mendenhall Lab and the girl caught my eye and waved. And damnit, there I was feeling in-over-my-head again.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Sail On Sailor", -JB
Something I meant to mention about this class: Quite honestly, if I'd realized that there were so many really attractive girls taking ASL, I'd have learned it a long time ago. . .
My understanding is that I'm going to be spending a lot of time staring into the eyes of a lot of beautiful women this quarter. I'm one of three guys in the class of 35 or so students.
Lucky! To get a similar favorable ratio, I'd have to take engineering classes or something. Not that I'm averse to such classes, I just don't have the time, darnit.
*nods* I understand that some guys take women's studies classes to get that kind of ratio, but then they find out that all the other guys at the university have already thought of that and they end up in a disappointing sausagefest while learning that women really are more than things you pick up.
Gods, that's hilarious.
Somehow, I suspect, that were I to take an engineering class, I wouldn't find an excess of estrogen from other women trying the same thing.
P.S. Saw you today around...11:20ish? You were across the street from Evans Lab.
*nods* Headed to Arps Hall for my ASL lab. Chatted with 3 different hotties.
Of course, I only managed to say, "Hi, my name is Michael. Your name is Kiki. How are you? I am tired. I am confused. I am sleepy. I am confused and sleepy. . ." etc., etc.
I actually did learn how to say "Can I buy you coffee."
The problem is, a) they only know two out of five words there, and b) I really would hate to look like I was showing off when all I really want is a bit more time to ask them how they're doing and find out that they're alright, good, or happy.