The Kronikle, Vol. 3, Issue 4: The Sagacious Saga meets Beer Education Seminars
Greetings from the temporarily, yet painfully, abjectly, impoverished,
A day behind on the Kronikle. Agreed to go with roomie and friend (not my middle-aged gang; I really need a cool name for it. It needs to have numbers and geographic identifiers in it so that if I get the urge to tag up our territory, it'll look cool) to TGI Friday(s)?!? and get a beer. I mentioned my desperate, undying, sentimental love for the hops and they both offered to buy me a beer. They wanted to purchase appetizers and share. I revealed my current financial state (the hotel put a $175 hold on my card, which had exactly $98 on it). This was after I attempted running during my workout; got 1/2 a mile and was wasted. I was digusted with myself and today I am keenly aware of my booty. ANYWAY, I shower and meet the party outside and they decide to go to the Hard Rock instead. SHOULD HAVE BAILED THEN! Went there last year against my better judgement. It was expensive and I had to deal with a catty waiter. This year, it was even more expensive and the waitress did not appreciate my sense of humor. I drank three Stellas, wanted a hell of a lot more, and waited for the conversation to pause and the check to arrive with great trepidation. $73 not including tip for humorless waitress. I can not repeat what words went through my mind, since, you know, I'm a lady. After considering a well-deserved dine and dash, I decided against it since I, apparently, can't run, I gave my peeps $13 (all the cash I had on me). Upside: beer was GOOD. Downside: I'm so broke I can't pay attention.
Yesterday, we spent all day on the women question. My archnemesis read, oh, probably, 50,000 essays. He's an
unstoppable reading machine. I think I may have drafted my 6'5" tablemate from South Carolina who knows, at least, what a bong is, as my ally in my righteous battle against archnemesis. Today, we had to discuss the DBQ (more on that later) and we made fun of him every time he made a comment. What else can you do when he says things like, "If anyone needs any help on this question, I'm somewhat of an expert" and "Paint me green and call me Gumby!"?
The table boss gave us, I believe I told you, silly putty. I got it into my head yesterday that instead of attempting further self-debasing attempts at geometric shapes that the pre-Colombians easily mastered, I would try a more artistic approach tied in with what was going on with the question or the table at the time. Here's a list of my creations:
The head from that Scream painting.
An axe (in honor of Carrie Nation)
A bottle of liquor (in honor of Carrie Nation's victims)
A martini glass (think I remember what one looks like from Rev. Horton Heat)
A noose (then I drew a caricature of me in noose)
A coffin
Gumby
On an entirely different note, every time I urinate in the Convention Center, I sit looking at Louisville's June 19th Top of the Hops Celebration offering UNLIMITED tastings of over 275 World Class Craft, Imported, and Domestic beers, live music, and free educational beer seminars and games! I'm going to let you speculate on what goes through my mind.
Today I wore my "Die, Die My Darling" Misfits shirt as a sentiment toward the question I was grading, and, if
possible, a provocation to archnemesis. Two people knew who the Misfits were. I was impressed. I do not believe I
successfully provoked archnemesis. He's pretty unflappable.
We started grading the DBQ today, which stands for Document Based Question. You get excerpts of primary documents and then you use your knowledge of the period to answer the question (which in this case is"How did the Puritan's values and ideas influence the New England colonies politically, socially, and economically from 1630 to 1660?"). These elements are considered when ranking--
Use of the documents (which I haven't read)
Analysis/ Thesis
Outside Information (I actually have none; I hate that time period)
Lack of error (wouldn't know)
I am not completely unequipped to grade this thing, just mostly. I get to grade that for the next three days. Murder rate is up in Louisville, perhaps I'll go unnoticed...
Tonight is a Dinner Out night. They pay you $25 on the check you receive in July to cover the cost. Percieve any problems with that? You GUESSED it! I don't have a time-machine. If I did, I would sooooo go to Chicago in
August 1968 instead. So my established practice of swiping food from the cafeteria turned out to be very, very sound. I had an orange, banana, crackers, and pecans (last two were
my additions). Pretty tasty all in all.
CtR(S)
A day behind on the Kronikle. Agreed to go with roomie and friend (not my middle-aged gang; I really need a cool name for it. It needs to have numbers and geographic identifiers in it so that if I get the urge to tag up our territory, it'll look cool) to TGI Friday(s)?!? and get a beer. I mentioned my desperate, undying, sentimental love for the hops and they both offered to buy me a beer. They wanted to purchase appetizers and share. I revealed my current financial state (the hotel put a $175 hold on my card, which had exactly $98 on it). This was after I attempted running during my workout; got 1/2 a mile and was wasted. I was digusted with myself and today I am keenly aware of my booty. ANYWAY, I shower and meet the party outside and they decide to go to the Hard Rock instead. SHOULD HAVE BAILED THEN! Went there last year against my better judgement. It was expensive and I had to deal with a catty waiter. This year, it was even more expensive and the waitress did not appreciate my sense of humor. I drank three Stellas, wanted a hell of a lot more, and waited for the conversation to pause and the check to arrive with great trepidation. $73 not including tip for humorless waitress. I can not repeat what words went through my mind, since, you know, I'm a lady. After considering a well-deserved dine and dash, I decided against it since I, apparently, can't run, I gave my peeps $13 (all the cash I had on me). Upside: beer was GOOD. Downside: I'm so broke I can't pay attention.
Yesterday, we spent all day on the women question. My archnemesis read, oh, probably, 50,000 essays. He's an
unstoppable reading machine. I think I may have drafted my 6'5" tablemate from South Carolina who knows, at least, what a bong is, as my ally in my righteous battle against archnemesis. Today, we had to discuss the DBQ (more on that later) and we made fun of him every time he made a comment. What else can you do when he says things like, "If anyone needs any help on this question, I'm somewhat of an expert" and "Paint me green and call me Gumby!"?
The table boss gave us, I believe I told you, silly putty. I got it into my head yesterday that instead of attempting further self-debasing attempts at geometric shapes that the pre-Colombians easily mastered, I would try a more artistic approach tied in with what was going on with the question or the table at the time. Here's a list of my creations:
The head from that Scream painting.
An axe (in honor of Carrie Nation)
A bottle of liquor (in honor of Carrie Nation's victims)
A martini glass (think I remember what one looks like from Rev. Horton Heat)
A noose (then I drew a caricature of me in noose)
A coffin
Gumby
On an entirely different note, every time I urinate in the Convention Center, I sit looking at Louisville's June 19th Top of the Hops Celebration offering UNLIMITED tastings of over 275 World Class Craft, Imported, and Domestic beers, live music, and free educational beer seminars and games! I'm going to let you speculate on what goes through my mind.
Today I wore my "Die, Die My Darling" Misfits shirt as a sentiment toward the question I was grading, and, if
possible, a provocation to archnemesis. Two people knew who the Misfits were. I was impressed. I do not believe I
successfully provoked archnemesis. He's pretty unflappable.
We started grading the DBQ today, which stands for Document Based Question. You get excerpts of primary documents and then you use your knowledge of the period to answer the question (which in this case is"How did the Puritan's values and ideas influence the New England colonies politically, socially, and economically from 1630 to 1660?"). These elements are considered when ranking--
Use of the documents (which I haven't read)
Analysis/ Thesis
Outside Information (I actually have none; I hate that time period)
Lack of error (wouldn't know)
I am not completely unequipped to grade this thing, just mostly. I get to grade that for the next three days. Murder rate is up in Louisville, perhaps I'll go unnoticed...
Tonight is a Dinner Out night. They pay you $25 on the check you receive in July to cover the cost. Percieve any problems with that? You GUESSED it! I don't have a time-machine. If I did, I would sooooo go to Chicago in
August 1968 instead. So my established practice of swiping food from the cafeteria turned out to be very, very sound. I had an orange, banana, crackers, and pecans (last two were
my additions). Pretty tasty all in all.
CtR(S)