Classes continue and I seem to have acquired this week, along with some formidable reading assignment sheets, a huge number of notes and handouts that I have to print. I am not complaining, mind you. Even if I use up one ink cartridge per quarter (which has yet to happen, even with the considerable abuse administered by the communications & ethnicity class I took last fall), the cost is still considerably less than it would've been had the teacher, say, insisted we buy a supplement book (which does happen for some classes).
The printer is slaving away, even as I'm typing this (and the table is shaking because of it). I think I have over 200 pages to print this quarter (some of which I can foster off of the campus printers) (60 sheets, to be exact, as the student account so loves to remind me), but even so, it's still sadly more economical than the cost of textbooks.
Speaking of economics, Lucy, you would've liked my plant anatomy class' TA. He is tall, somewhat dorky (okay, very dorky), and warned us on the first day of the lab that he will be telling us lots of bad jokes. He overheard me mourning over the coleus plants today (after we make the incision for two of the treatments we have to remove the head of the plant as well as all leaves, so I was remarking on how sad the plants looked) and he commented that at least the plants don't scream. Which made me twitch, just thinking about it. He also said that if we forgot our lab equipments we can borrow our partner's, since that's what lab mates are for - and then he promptly started singing something that along the lines of "that's what mates are for" while the class looked on with baffled amusement. (And no he's not British.)
Simba attempted to climb up my leg today. I discouraged him firmly, but I doubt it will register in his furry little head. There is a flavor of the myth of Sisyphus to trying to train a cat.
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