April 7th, 2007


dinner out

I ran into one of my professors at a restaurant last night. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this enough, but here are the things I'm afraid of:

1) Heights
2) Lawnmowers
3) Anyone with a PhD.

So when I walked in and put our name down I wasn't sure it was him and for some reason didn't wave, although I thought he was looking at me. Then marc and I were seated on the other side of this wall, and I was feeling all neurotic about it because he'd seen me and I hadn't said hi, blah blah blah.

This is my morning class professor I ran into, and he's one of the scariest types, because he comes off as a nice person who cares about his students and feels optimistic about our potential. I've had teachers who were total jerks and if I saw them out on the town I'd totally wave right off the bat just to screw with them, maybe get through to some human side, who knows. If a teacher makes his students feel like they're all inferior to him, you can't do much more to hurt that, might as well do your best. But the other kind of teacher, the one who sprinkles "And if you're more interested in this topic I have a really interesting paper I can give you!" into every lecture, you just feel bad. Like you're acting that you're on his side, always understanding, always paying attention in class, and you're living a lie. Soon he will figure out that you're not smart and instead of just writing you off, he'll try to do what he can to help you out and the cycle will only get worse. He's assigned these semester projects to everyone and wants to know how they're going and I haven't told him anything, because I'm not making the kind of progress I'd want to talk about. I am working hard but it's a lot of wrong directions, it's sort of a mess, I don't want to admit that.

So eventually I saw him paying his bill at the front counter and walked by and said "Professor!" (even though I totally know his name, I don't know why I didn't say it, he probably thinks I can't pronounce it now) and he seemed very happy to see me and introduced me to his family and I was all freaking out about what to say and how to not sound stupid or too loud or spastic. Then I rushed off way too quickly.


I got a 10% coupon for home depot when I moved to the new place, so I decided to buy something I've always wanted: a drill! And some supplies to make my own stemware rack. I sort of have a vision. Yes, you can buy them, but they're stupid... $15 for one that holds like five glasses, $40 for one that holds a practical number (I collect fabulous martini glasses so I have quite a few) and they're all too small. So I have a vision for this. But that's another entry.

Anyway with all that going on I spent like an hour in home depot today, and certainly had fun drill shopping. There was another woman there looking and asking an employee all these questions, so I listened in on advice, then picked up a random one that they didn't have displayed and asked him about it, then he walked off to help someone else so this lady and I just talked about drill features for a while. We both ended up getting the DeWALT D21008K 0-2500 RPM 6A model :) I showed it to her because I liked how the keyless chuck clicked into place, and she liked that it wasn't the heaviest or most expensive one they had (the guy helping her before seemed clueless as to why weight would be an issue). Oh, and dewalt is kinda sexy. Someone will give me crap about saying that.

I didn't hear from the guy helping us again until he saw me looking at masonary bits and asked, "ARE YOU DRILLING INTO CONCRETE?"


and he left me alone.

Anyway I was kind of stupid because I left there without getting new cutting bits for my dremel, which are required for this stemware rack project, but I tried out my new drill and it kicks ass. I asked like five people in the last week if I could borrow their drills and they all said sure, but something in me just wanted my own because I just feel like owning tools is a good thing.

and now, if I get good, I can do my own dental work! right?