Showing posts with label hw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hw. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

soft yellow



Снег, снег, снег
The desire to do work has not waned in me, but the ability to do it is currently simmering below a desired level. This morning I handed in 15 pages on cognitive behavioral therapy for auditory hallucinations in schizophrenia (antipsychotics decrease agitation, but often hallucinations continue: a problem since 60-70% of cases exhibit auditory hallucinations, mostly voices. I didn’t do much research on the brain this time, since it was for my clinical class, but the one study that I did look over found changes in brain activity in the group that went through cognitive behavior therapy. I always find that this is the easiest way to convince people that it is working, though the other ten articles I read were also convincing).
Currently, I am at the library, and if I had gotten more sleep perhaps I would be reviewing an article and writing five pages on infant visual synesthesia over the course of development (apparently babies detect motion based on color as well as luminance. This capacity dissipates early in development, quickly deteriorating so that light/dark detection becomes significantly more critical to the detection of movement. The main problem, of course, is that setting up a choice paradigm for babies is hard, and that looking at changes over development that cannot be explained by – well, normal developmental stuff – is its own challenge. I was also excited to see a citation of the professor I’ll continue working with this winter in the paper). The seniors in the psychology department were supposed to do power point presentations of senior projects today, but because of the
Snow, snow, snow
                                                                                                                                         it has been cancelled. But the choir rehearsal for Shubert hasn’t been, and so I’m dawdling. Debating if calling subconscious motivations behind what could be considered as reciprocal altruism, as opposed to ‘true’ altruism, is simply a cynical semantic differentiation, as opposed to a social ‘truth’. The part of me that usually inhibits these thoughts, as well as the part of me that allows me to have gross motor coordination, isn’t working quite as it usually does. The books at the library sit in beautiful rows but the florescent lights are ugly. The exhaustion the punctuates the souls and bodies of college students during finals does not correspond to any romanticized depiction shown in movies. Rather, it is tiresome. “Not sleeping is the worst thing in the world” says Kelsey: they forget fatigue in movies. They forget that once you pull an all-nighter to study for an exam or write an essay, the work is not done. There are more exams, other classes, further work to be done. They also don’t include the exuberance that comes with intellectual pursuit, the surge of adrenaline or endorphines or dopomine or cannabinoids that mitigates the fatigue-induced headache. 

Ah, choir is canceled as well, and I'm at Hannah's now. The snow on the road has built up, and I pity those driving low-rise cars in this weather, desperately coming back from work, reeving desperately against the fricktionless snow, desperate desperate desperate . There is banana bread in the oven.
TOMORROW'S SCHEDULE:
3-5PM BACH DRESS REHEARSAL (2:45PM CALL)
5:30-7:30PM SCHUBERT DRESS REHEARSAL (5:00PM CALL)
8PM CONCERT”

brilliant.
Saturday night I was at Hannah’s and it was snowing and we painted our nails and then I painted Will’s nails and then David’s as well. We went wandering into the storm after dinner, watching the flakes sparkle with reflected light, and cars skid dangerously in the road. The street lights are yellow and the world is quietly beautiful.

Friday, December 13, 2013

I’m a hero.



Friday it hailed and rained and snowed. There was a play-festival going on with six plays, with each night showing three of them, so I saw three short plays.
Saturday I went to the senior dance show and then a party at Megan’s house: my first ever Christmas party, oddly enough.
Sunday I went to the first of three in the second set of plays, because someone at the party said it was the only one of that set worth seeing
Monday the president of Ghana, Mahama, came to speak so I skipped class and went to that instead. Security came a week in advance to make sure it was safe, and then Mahama right after to go to the funeral.  Literally the only thing he did on this continent during that trip was talk at my college, in part because when Mahama said he was going to do it Chinua Achebe was still alive and it was Achebe's conference.
Tuesday was normal, except that our rehearsal for chamber singers was later and longer than usual. I think I shoveled the driveway angrily because I had slipped on the ice and hurt my wrist earlier in the week.
Wednesday I had my midway board for senior project. I had braced myself: “they are going to tell me I have to do a lot of work and that I need to be more efficient and that it’s severely lacking”. But they said it was great, suggested some things to make the transition from the mechanics of the eye to the more attention-based parts. Twenty minutes later I had an exam and then printmaking hw and then I went to the Bard Orchestra concert because Hannah and Leila are in it.
Thursday evening I went to Lucas’s senior show (he drums) and then signed up for classes.
And today, Friday, I went to This Bardian Life at the Root Cellar and took photos. There was music but I left halfway through the first set.

one week left




Monday, October 1, 2012

черновик

I'm currently working on my first history essay. The rough draft (isn't черновик such a good word? I know it comes from черно but I always think of черви; worm-eaten version) that's due on Wednesday. I should also start studying for my first exam; child psych, on Thursday.

I have all that to do so of course I'm writing here. Alana and I and a friend of her's broke fast for Yom Kippur at Tastebudds. Adrienne came too. It  had been a while since I'd gotten off campus, except for  when I went to Redhook to go to the farmers market, only to find out it's on Saturdays, not Sundays.

Saturday I went to Tivoli to the street painting festival. They blocked off a street and used a paint-roller to make blocks of white and black, which were then drawn on with chalk pastels. I think what impressed me the most was the fact that all age groups came out. Little kids, pre-teens, teens, middle-aged and the those with more white in their hair. I tried to do work with Amanda and Lila at Murry's (mmm, food, simple grilled cheese and soup). After Amanda and I went back to her place, I had a headache and fell asleep on her bed for two hours. It rained soon after, and it was the full moon on Saturday.
When I was leaving from Tivoli, Amanda mourned the chalk drawing that were now becoming clouds of dust under the wheels of the trucks riding over them. "But imagine" I said "how pretty the rain first drops will be."

There was something going on at both Manor and Smog Saturday night, I barely stopped at either but many many other people did. Jeremy Gardner was right in his "How I Learned to Stop Hating and Love the Shuttle" article: the fact that the shuttle to Tivoli is less flexible has left Bard campus a more lively place. 











Saturday, June 30, 2012

Elderberry Syrup

So, I looked up how to get to the Maur Park flea market and how to say "Die Kaffeemühle kostet wie viel?" and made sure I have everything and stepped outside and realized it wasn't Sunday.


Yesterday we had a trip to Potsdam with the program (which is why I thought it was Sunday)
It was very pretty (all was nice except for the sweltering heat) and I didn't follow around the tour guide because even if I try I can't really understand what he is saying. Also when I do understand, it's nothing interesting. So I walked around with the Spanish-speaking girls (three from my A1 class, most of them from Mexico) and afterwards got food with Lucy (Shanghai, Oxford) and Marcel (Hungry, high-school.)




One of the people I'm renting from (Tilman) had orders local food, and each time it's a surprise what he will get (I don't know how often, Tuesday was the first time) it included some sort of giant German spinach (not sure what it is called) fresh milk, apples and onions. He made a quiche with the spinach-like-leaves, and salad with giant caper berries and there was also homemade elderberry syrup with sparkling water, which smelled and tasted amazing. (He invited me and one of his peers)


Wednesday  (Laura Rosie Lin Lucy Ben and I) crashed a screening of "Good-Bye Lenin" which I haven't seen in years. I honestly think it might be part of the reason I wanted to come here. By crashed I mean that there is a large group of kids from the University of Alabama who have additional context/history courses. Which on one hand is great, on the other hand based on some of the things one of the guys said, he is still not getting it, so detached from the reality of history, making war jokes ("I was being sarcastic" me in my head "it's still not funny") and oversimplifying the movie to the statement of "his life is all sorts of whack".
And then it was Lin's birthday so I finally got to the apartments in which most of the students in the program live, by Tierpark. Had dinner with Rosie and Laura and Danel (an Alabama girl who...is hard to shake off, especially with her habit of inviting herself along) and then we brought a cake over to another room (we actually ended up celebrating in an apartment in which none of the present party lived)

Thursday we went to the Neue Nationalgalerie after classes, but it was also organized by the program. I gave my camera to Hannah and wandered around by myself, and wrote down a bunch of names of artists to look up. Hannah had way too much fun with the camera.

So yes, today I was about to wander off on my own but I guess I'll do work instead, until evening, I do have plans for then (don't worry Mama, I'm not being a hermit) --((she seems to be worried that I'm a hermit))

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

home again

yesterday's lunch
few things that happened at Bard that I hadn't mentioned: I went to the clay studio with Sumedah, attended Page's birthday party, went to the block party (second night of Spring Fling), had a lovely birthday brunch with Clea and Britt, and the night before it rained so we sat around, dressed up watching Daria. Adrienne organized a birthday dinner, Hannah Jo Will and Suyog came over, and it was really nice. I watched Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels with Page and Eames one of my last nights, when most people had left. 
Baccalaureate was sweaty, the chapel isn't meant for that many people, but otherwise the weird mixture reading from the Torah, Koran and Bible, along with Jazz singing, modern dance and speeches, made for it to be a lot less boring than it was traditionally. The recycled polyester robes were compensated by the fact that the majority of the people there where seniors excited to graduate.




But otherwise I am home.
Home as in went with my mom when she dropped Shimon off at wrestling, and helped my dad carry bed frames up and down the stairs from room to room. Listened to Yosef complain about how tired he is and how pointless middle school is, and spinning Shimon upside-down.



Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Fury

Really Rachel? Was it necessary to eat the food I made for myself to eat for breakfast tomorrow so I wouldn't have to think about it and could concentrate on writing my essay and singing for baccalaureate and packing?

You laughing at me being angry does not really make it any better.
Nor does knocking on my door and telling me that maybe I should get a refrigerator, because guess what, for most of the year I got to use my roommates' and for the last three days of school I really don't think I need to buy one, or have say, rented one while there was already one in the room. and Don't tell me you think I'm mad at Bard and not you, because actually, I'm perfectly fine with Bard right now, I'm just really really exhausted, I haven't slept properly in a while, I woke up at 6am today and just wanted to not have to think about one more thing and not eat eggs again cause I've eaten literally 6 eggs in the past two days.

I've dealt with you all year. You snapped at me once, saying that you have only been nice to me because our adviser told you to, which then you said wasn't true with and the excuse for saying that in the first place was that you were high. You mooch all the time, you are always desperate for attention, trying to talk to people when they are clearly working or busy otherwise. You do not pick up on social cues or have any tact.


It was brown rice spinach and tomato with olive oil and salt and black pepper. I was looking forward to just eating that for brunch and just fuck.

Monday, May 21, 2012

estradiol

I came to the library at 8 (now it's 20 min later), way later than I wanted to. 
because: exam, class, food, selected photos and Ari came over for tea, met with Larry Fink at 5 (I am officially going to be taking a tutorial next semester, wooo!) and then Adrienne was packing and then we said goodbye and then I realized I hadn't eaten in 5 hours, so I had to fix that.
So now I'm finally here studying for neuroscience. 
thankfully the exam isn't until 11:50, which makes me feel much better, somehow, because at least I'll get to have breakfast.

things to look forward to:
-dorm activity at 11pm, namely the consumption of breakfast food. (Kalena and I did end up making pancakes. Specifically from macadamia-nut banana pancake mix her grandmother sent her from Hawaii.)
-showering.

things not to look forward to:
-the bareness of the room now that Adrienne is gone. She said we will hang out next year. And that skype exists.
-feeling unprepared for the exam no matter what.

I haven't been procrastinating. I can't concentrate.
It's not humid or hot in here, unlike outside or in most other buildings. which is a good thing, the books aren't getting damp, but it's also cold, so I'm going back to my dorm to get a sweater.

45 minutes: to stand outside and watch people smoke, to go to my dorm and get a sweater (with Britt, she borrowed one, and rain-boots, and thick socks,) to try to explain some statistics to Justin, to sit down. 

I can't concentrate. I can't concentrate. I can't concentrate. I'm freaking out because there is so much more I need to go over, but I can't read it. 

I woke up a couple days with the word estradiol just hovering above me, definition just out of reach. 

Friday, May 18, 2012

Romantic Punk Rock

5/12:
restless like the rain and recall is recall is recall...
I didn't go dancing last night but I've been wanting to. I went to the gym yesterday and the day before but it's not the same. My muscles can feel it but my gut still has a nervous energy.


Today:
I was supposed to have photo class. I've been sick, so I took photos this morning with Britt. The prof had asked for "romantic punk rock" so that's what I tried to do. But then when Lillian and I showed up, one of the girls from the previous class exited and said that it will probably run at least two hours late. So we left. I still need to write him an e-mail about that.

Also last weekend there was the surrealist circus show which was pretty cool. Very sexual more-than-semi-nacked contact dancing, fire, and nice fireworks at the end. One of the girls in my drawing class (junior studio arts major) had made these giant paper puppets that were really cool.

Watched The Breakfast Club last night with Britt and Clea and her ex. Trying to patch up my lack of American culture.
Claire is an art history major, Bender the guy who dropped out first semester freshman year, Richard never applied here, a few Brians go here and a ton of Allisons do too.
I was really annoyed at the ending. And Britt kept being annoyed at me for predicting relationships correctly at the very beginning ( this movie isn't exactly opaque) Also there was some funny use of dramatic panning.

I was talking to a guy from my lit class, who was smoking outside his dorm (which in on the way to mine.) He told me to relax, to take a nap today. I guess waves of anxiety were coming off me or something.

What else...I had my final drawing class this Thursday. I had spent 9 hours on the drawing, 5 hours the night before, listening to Moby Dick and thankfully I remembered to eat. I think it went over well. I had done some stuff I hadn't done before, plus it was an abstract piece and I don't have any experience with those either.





Wednesday, March 21, 2012

self-portraits

one I just did for hw
one I did for my portfolio in 2009


fighting the urge to just draw another self-portrait. one is all that was asked for, it's just a hw assignment and we aren't expected to spend forever one it. I should start my general moderation papers.
but but but...it almost look like me. I won't, but it's tempting to just start again and hope it looks a bit more like me than this one. I think the main reason it looks weird is that my paper was tilted, so it looks a lot more correct because that's how I was looking at the paper: one end leaning on my stomach, the other right by the mirror.
But of course, once it goes upright, my face turned out...the opposite of foreshortened.
that's my excuse anyway.I think I also exaggerated the differences in my eyes.

I guess I'm just frustrated because I know I can do better than this, definitely.

pudding is weakness

I've been getting a bit comfortable in the library. Eating pudding and watching things online for breaks. The solution is probably not to bring my laptop with me. Pudding from DTR is a new weakness.

Writing moderation paper for psych would have been fine if I wasn't freaking out the whole time about the fact that no one had stepped up to cover my driving shift, I think in part because it was St. Patrick's day that no one wanted the shift. I ended up taking the night shift to cover this other kid in my psych class who was hosting a post-writing party, because I felt guilty. I was so upset about that, because I wanted to sleep. Weirdly enough, I woke up the next morning to realize that no one needed to be driven, despite the fact that it was a St. Patrick's day Saturday night.
I was very grateful.

And it's done now. And I took a neuro exam essayer and handed in an observational report of research methods and took a nap instead of going to chamber singing because I woke up at 6:40 yesterday. So that's out.

I think that's it. I studied all of Sunday with Sumedah for neuro, so that was kinda fun. Britt came over for tea and Easter candy last night after Shivi Clea and I procrastinated from work on the roof of the campus center. It's really nice up there, and the night was warm, and people were playing Frisbee with a glow in the dark disk on the quad.
Also I was drawing Octopus People in Other Romanticisms today. I don't know what came over me, I just became very hypnotized by the process.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I should sleep

I lied a bit. I think I went to bed with 2.5 pages done. Usually I only have a page left, and can drop off to sleep, but this time I couldn't. Which is dumb, since I just ended up starting writing at 6:10 and it's 7:20 and I have 4.5 pages done, solid. I wish I had just slept, since there was nothing to worry about.

also I recently participated in an individual cold-tolerance study, which is conducted by a senior who I've had two classes with (health psych and adult psych) and who gave me a tour of Bard on accepted students day. It's a way more interesting experiment than it sounds, for those of you at Bard who have time, I recommend participating (I might just be really nerdy)

I also dropped by the clay club area and met with the head Monday. She's sweet, and a freshman. Everything is so cramped in there (but she still wants there to be like...3 people in there at a time to form a community. Which is nice, but also unrealistic.)

Also I made myself food from stuff from kline last night.
I had:
spinach, green peppers, tomatoes, tofu, mushrooms.
and then combined that with bean noodles, spicy 'fire' oil and soy sauce.
It was very very good.
now back to sleep.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Peasantry

If  I had not studied so hard for that exam, I would have done very very badly.
I have a 5 page paper due tomorrow. I'm going to bed. I have 3 pages done but I'm done hating on Wordsworth for the night, and coming up with alternatives to 'peasantry'. I'll just wake up at 7 and finish it then.


  • Rural people
  • People from the country side
  • Country-dwellers
  • People who live a pastoral life
  • Farmers
  • The poor
  • Provincial people
  • The underprivileged
  • People who work the land
  • Country population
  • “low and rustic” people
  • Working class

This is how I write essays. I make everything tiny, in a different font, single spaced. And then at this point I get curious and decide to check how long it is (it was 2.5 pages) though of course I look at it at 200% on the screen, the words are too tiny to see otherwise.



stress coming at me from all sides.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

tiny braids

I shouldn't be on here right now but I finished making all my nuero flashcards and my research methods ones too. (two exams and an essay first 3 days of the week, wooo)
friday the CSA had a hair braiding thing. I got my hair done in a lot of tiny braids. Initially I looked a bit like 7-yr-old because of the colorful scrunchies (as Shareesa, who did most of it, said.) But Lauren got me black ones so now its black blue purple and pink.


We celebrated Hannah's birthday yesterday by going to Arielle, then Lauren came by to film me drawing for her project, and then Adrienne's family came by and her sister stayed the night, but they where both gone by the time I woke up. Haven't seen Adrienne all day.

that is all. 

Monday, February 20, 2012

illegal bunny

The only reason I remember what happened last week is because my cork-board says stuff like
"Sunday
@10 skype: Yulka
@2   kline : Ari
@3 library : Brit
Tuesday
baking Margaret
Wed
@320 studio: Laura Battle"




Of course there was other stuff, unplanned meals with friends and study sessions. Laura Battle is now my art adviser (yesss!) The concerts are done, they went well. Baking never happened because Margaret was busy. Adrienne came back from visiting friends last night. Two of my friends dropped off and picked up their bunny (Bunbun, gender unknown) because their building was having the sprinklers fixed. We aren't supposed to have animals that large, but I know of at least three bunnies on campus. I finished The Bell Jar a couple days ago. I threw up twice last week and now I have a really bad cold, but I've only missed one class. I should go to the studio at 4:30, when the rooms free up, but I don't know if my nose will be stable enough to allow me to draw without blowing my nose every two minutes.

Monday, February 6, 2012

James W. Kalat

taking a break from drawing by starting my 'biological psychology' textbook which is fantastic because
a) it has a picture of neurons, a yawning fox and a drinking pigeon on the third page of the book
b) "Biological psychology is the most interesting topic in the world. No doubt every professor or textbook author feels that way about his or her field. But the others are wrong. Biological psychology really is the most interesting topic"

I haven't yet gotten past the first page because I had to write this down, but hopefully there are a lot of other reasons that this textbook is fantastic other than the ones I have already found.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Waverly

 I wrote this for June 22nd of this summer, for a writing project a few friends and I had (it died pretty quickly-we stopped responding to the prompts) This was the first prompt "Describe a place. Tell us how it smells, looks, feels, is, how does time work there, what was the first or last time you where there, how did you discover it ect. Associations you have with it, emotions, memories. You can go in all or none of these veins. You can go on a tangent, but in the end, I want to know the place." I will discuss my weekend in my next post-after I have taken my Adult Psychopathology Exam (tomorrow)

 

Waverly

I’d like to say "I’d never given it much thought before," because I like the way it sounds. It implies a sort of philosophical view and discovery: “I have not thought about it before, but now am willing to examine the full depth and beauty of this wonderful idea or thing and discover something that is ultimately life-changing.” But the truth is, I have. I’ve given it a lot more thought than would seem necessary to give a train station.
There are stagnant puddles that never seem to evaporate on the landings that break up the stairs to the rest of the town above. I am suspicious of these and avoid stepping in them, because the station smells slightly of urine, though I’ve never seen anyone pissing there and can’t imagine why anyone would.  To my knowledge, there are no homeless fellows that live down there; Belmont isn’t that kind of town. And since I have stood, on the platform, waiting, at 12:27 am, if there were any homeless people living there, I probably would have seen them. However, there is usually no one but me, or me and a friend who walked me there, and once or twice, me and a couple of teenagers makingout.
The conductors, of course, have a tendency to think that I was up to something, because there’s no good reason to be going home that late from Waverly to Kendal Green. And maybe rightly so, for it did gave me the independence a teenager from boring white suburbia wanted-a way to hang out with friends that lived a couple towns over, and a venue to photograph them, on the rooftop above the bench and stairs, at night. Fun, and maybe even possibly illegal (oh the thrill of barely doing anything wrong, ever!)
The walls are salmon pink, which is a much more interesting color than any of the other stations I get off at. Sometimes, if I stay the night and am waiting in the morning, I study the wall on my side of the tracks in greater detail: I can see the crackles, the orange sparks and red veins, and where the paint has been chipped away, the blue gray of the cement underneath.  On the opposite side, there are streaks of lighter pink (or…more accurately, they exist on both sides but I can see them more clearly from a distance,) formed from the greater flow of water due to the way the hand rail above is structured. The water collects on the metal rectangles, runs down to the corners, and washed down the wall. In two places this pattern is broken, where fresh paint has been applied to cover up graffiti. For a very long time it said “yoonder” on the left hand side of the station, underneath the road-bridge. More recently, in big letters, left to right, bottom down, above the roof that covers the stairs that go up, it said:
from     save
heaven me
                -which is one of those flexible things that can be interpreted by me for myself. I can think….here, this town, is my heaven. My haven from home, an accessible taste of independence for a person without a car, and here I am waiting for the train to save me from it and bring me to a good nights’ rest. Though somehow I seriously doubt that the writer meant anything like that.
                I don’t mind the drunk sports fans on some nights, but I do mind the throw up that is caused by them. I like eavesdropping on conversations, but I hate looking for a set of seats that’s empty and finding none. I don’t enjoy shelling out money to the conductor, but I like it when they don’t bother to come to collect the fare. The worst is though, when fresh snow is lying all around and still coming down, seeing the tracks are clean, and trying to convince myself that, maybe, perhaps, possibly, I have not missed the train, have not lost a sliver of independence, and don’t have to irritate my parents by asking them to disrupt their plans and pick me up after the last train has gone.That there is still a 'next train' coming to this pink, stinking platform.