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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-09-26 05:07 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-09-26 05:07 pm
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Still more classroom amusements.
I didn't do this last week, did I?
Medical Terminology's been pretty quiet. Half the class appears to have dropped out suddenly. We played medical word hangman last night because we had nothing else to do.
The class is entirely female now, except for the professor. He's still male. We were talking about ... well, medical terminology. One suffix was "-gen," which is just for something that produces. He gave us some examples.
Carcinogens, substances that produce cancer.
Iatrogenic, pertaining to produced by medical treatment (yes, we are literal in our defining, and yes, it looks odd.)
Pathogens, substances that produce (to be literal) suffering.
At that point, someone piped up, "Estrogen! That which produces suffering."
We all laughed, and he admitted that we'd probably know more than he does.
There was only one other funny, or at least odd, moment. We had to read up on the pulmonary system for this week and one girl came down with a severe chest cold. She's got asthma, of course, and ended up in the hospital for a few days. Someone joked about how it'd be awful if she got sick in a way that relates to every other chapter we cover, and the teacher went off on a brief tangent on the dangers of self-diagnosing.
He once gave himself tuberculosis, for example.
The class asks, "Did you get on a plane?" He replies, "No, I got on a helicopter!"
(He did, but only to get to a hospital.)
Human Biology, however, is never going to not be fun. Last week, we debated the merits of eating banana chips. (One kid said he thought they were awful, so the professor replied, "I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm currently a representative of the pro-banana chip litigation.")
He keeps asking us if we got his e-mail. No one ever has, and it always turns out he still has not sent it. It's a running joke, but I'm not sure if it's supposed to be one or not.
His mnemonic for remembering the parts of a cell is even more ridiculous that the one for the twelve cranial nerves, but there was no terrifying face, only WalMart distribution centers. ... And endoplasmic ridiculum, apparently. (Then he had us form into groups and try to come up with our own, but I ended up with someone else who is, like me, completely incapable of both coming up with and using those things, so we mostly sat there feeling a bit stupid.)
Then his phone rang, and we all had a bit of a laugh at the teacher's phone going off in the middle of class. One person said, "Wow."
When he got the phone to shut up, he asked, "Did someone say 'wow'?"
"Yeah."
*contemplative look* "... Wow."
It was oddly amusing.
Today we discussed the necessity of Vitamin D, and then talked about, if you lived in a cave, would you (and your bones) just fall apart? (No, because there would be other bones in the cave, was the answer, for however much sense that makes.)
Terrifying whiteboard images come into play during the session on cancer, where he illustrated healthy cells versus unhealthy cells, and how they'll have different results of division (more healthy cells as compared to, apparently, redneck-inbred cells. Or just dead cells).
Finally, I was stumped today. He finally got me! Professor glanced towards the window (which is behind most of us) and remarks, "I like this rain. I hope it keeps up."
It wasn't raining. We pointed this out.
"Well, when it does rain, I hope it keeps up."
... What?
Someone across the classroom either figured it out or got lucky in rewording it; "You hope it stays up?"
Yes. He hopes the rain keeps up IN THE CLOUDS. augh.
That one actually hurt a bit. Literally.
I think if I ever finish anything / write anything beyond "GT" I will have to include a variation on that conversation. I could fit it into Aniko's crack-fic, anyway, I'm sure.
... Then we played vocab-pictionary for bonus points on the test next week.
(Not really class-funny, but we had to watch Fast Food Nation for class, and it was decent enough - liked the book better, but I tend to be that way. We also had a quiz today that I'd managed to not remember at all, so I hadn't gone over my notes, but I still only got one question wrong.)
The new windows are finally all installed. We haven't put the shades or curtains back up yet, but at least we can park in the driveway again (we've been having to borrow the church's lot across the street). Oh, and the van's been put in a shop somewhere. They haven't figured out what's wrong with it yet. Mom's still hoping the thing will magically go away.
I've worked a bit more on "GT." I think I'll just include one or two more adventures-of-sorts and call it done. Then I'll have to work on "WST-Live!"Kill me.
Harvest Market is this weekend! I am excited! (Harvest Market is mostly a giant yard sale put on by the church across the street. People come from all over and you can find most anything.) Last year I found a Beast Wars Silverbolt (broken, but I fixed him and then spent four months trying to get rid of him, since I didn't need another. Of course, now I have a different "another one," but, well. I wonder how my brother'd take it if I started getting rid of the duplicates from his collection). Maybe I will find something else neat this year. With the movie's popularity, I'm not sure I will, but then it seems only the movie toys and not the remaining Classics or Cybertron stuff that's selling, so maybe I'll find some of those!
Not that I know what I'll do with them if I do find (and then buy, but for twenty-five cents each, it's hard to resist) them. Possibly send them off to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mysticeden, if they're wanted there.
Medical Terminology's been pretty quiet. Half the class appears to have dropped out suddenly. We played medical word hangman last night because we had nothing else to do.
The class is entirely female now, except for the professor. He's still male. We were talking about ... well, medical terminology. One suffix was "-gen," which is just for something that produces. He gave us some examples.
Carcinogens, substances that produce cancer.
Iatrogenic, pertaining to produced by medical treatment (yes, we are literal in our defining, and yes, it looks odd.)
Pathogens, substances that produce (to be literal) suffering.
At that point, someone piped up, "Estrogen! That which produces suffering."
We all laughed, and he admitted that we'd probably know more than he does.
There was only one other funny, or at least odd, moment. We had to read up on the pulmonary system for this week and one girl came down with a severe chest cold. She's got asthma, of course, and ended up in the hospital for a few days. Someone joked about how it'd be awful if she got sick in a way that relates to every other chapter we cover, and the teacher went off on a brief tangent on the dangers of self-diagnosing.
He once gave himself tuberculosis, for example.
The class asks, "Did you get on a plane?" He replies, "No, I got on a helicopter!"
(He did, but only to get to a hospital.)
Human Biology, however, is never going to not be fun. Last week, we debated the merits of eating banana chips. (One kid said he thought they were awful, so the professor replied, "I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm currently a representative of the pro-banana chip litigation.")
He keeps asking us if we got his e-mail. No one ever has, and it always turns out he still has not sent it. It's a running joke, but I'm not sure if it's supposed to be one or not.
His mnemonic for remembering the parts of a cell is even more ridiculous that the one for the twelve cranial nerves, but there was no terrifying face, only WalMart distribution centers. ... And endoplasmic ridiculum, apparently. (Then he had us form into groups and try to come up with our own, but I ended up with someone else who is, like me, completely incapable of both coming up with and using those things, so we mostly sat there feeling a bit stupid.)
Then his phone rang, and we all had a bit of a laugh at the teacher's phone going off in the middle of class. One person said, "Wow."
When he got the phone to shut up, he asked, "Did someone say 'wow'?"
"Yeah."
*contemplative look* "... Wow."
It was oddly amusing.
Today we discussed the necessity of Vitamin D, and then talked about, if you lived in a cave, would you (and your bones) just fall apart? (No, because there would be other bones in the cave, was the answer, for however much sense that makes.)
Terrifying whiteboard images come into play during the session on cancer, where he illustrated healthy cells versus unhealthy cells, and how they'll have different results of division (more healthy cells as compared to, apparently, redneck-inbred cells. Or just dead cells).
Finally, I was stumped today. He finally got me! Professor glanced towards the window (which is behind most of us) and remarks, "I like this rain. I hope it keeps up."
It wasn't raining. We pointed this out.
"Well, when it does rain, I hope it keeps up."
... What?
Someone across the classroom either figured it out or got lucky in rewording it; "You hope it stays up?"
Yes. He hopes the rain keeps up IN THE CLOUDS. augh.
That one actually hurt a bit. Literally.
... Then we played vocab-pictionary for bonus points on the test next week.
(Not really class-funny, but we had to watch Fast Food Nation for class, and it was decent enough - liked the book better, but I tend to be that way. We also had a quiz today that I'd managed to not remember at all, so I hadn't gone over my notes, but I still only got one question wrong.)
The new windows are finally all installed. We haven't put the shades or curtains back up yet, but at least we can park in the driveway again (we've been having to borrow the church's lot across the street). Oh, and the van's been put in a shop somewhere. They haven't figured out what's wrong with it yet. Mom's still hoping the thing will magically go away.
I've worked a bit more on "GT." I think I'll just include one or two more adventures-of-sorts and call it done. Then I'll have to work on "WST-Live!"
Harvest Market is this weekend! I am excited! (Harvest Market is mostly a giant yard sale put on by the church across the street. People come from all over and you can find most anything.) Last year I found a Beast Wars Silverbolt (broken, but I fixed him and then spent four months trying to get rid of him, since I didn't need another. Of course, now I have a different "another one," but, well. I wonder how my brother'd take it if I started getting rid of the duplicates from his collection). Maybe I will find something else neat this year. With the movie's popularity, I'm not sure I will, but then it seems only the movie toys and not the remaining Classics or Cybertron stuff that's selling, so maybe I'll find some of those!
Not that I know what I'll do with them if I do find (and then buy, but for twenty-five cents each, it's hard to resist) them. Possibly send them off to
mysticeden, if they're wanted there.