Sandwich Post  

Posted on Friday, 30 November 2001 at 05:09 PM. About Links to correct.

Hey, it's a long entry. Why? I came up with a great idea for a new college class today!

It came to me as I was sitting in a lecture hall in Marston, waiting for my calculus professor to start lecturing on three-dimensional vector functions. He was taking his time explaining the schedule for the final three weeks of class, and I was bored, so I read my copy of the Tribune. I finished that, and I was still bored, so I picked up a copy of the Daily I found on the floor and... read today's Daily! Three minutes later, the professor was still rambling on about his schedule and grading scale, and I was still bored, so I took out my calculator and my registration fee schedule and did some number crunching.

Right now, an out-of-state Iowa State student with an average fifteen-credit schedule pays $5,225 per semester. That figure will go up about $2,500 next year, bringing the per-credit cost to $515 and the hourly rate to about $28, up from the present $348 per credit and $20 per hour tuition costs.

Twenty-eight dollars for every hour spent in class.

I thought about this as I sat in my plush red auditorium chair, and I thought about what else could be done with twenty-eight dollars, some of the other things that could be done to earn college credit, and how good the vegetarian hero sub I ate for lunch was.

Then came the revelation. It went a little something like this:

The college administration should create a new one-credit class for this fall. The class will be offered satisfactory-fail, with attendance optional and only one or two teaching assistants administering the class to save on costs. For the same reason, there will be no hand-outs, no paper tests or exams, and no student textbook. The usual administrative fees will have to be paid, of course, but since this is probably no more than $150, and because the TAs are working for lowered tuition rates instead of American dollars, each student will have about $20 of fees each week to be used at his or her discretion. $19 of this will be given to the TAs once a week, and they will take this money, go to a local supermarket, and purchase some vegetables, bread, meats, cheeses. (Maybe some vegan alternatives for the last two too.) The TAs will then bring these supplies to class, break out the recipe book they bought by pooling the other $1 of each student's tuition fees, and everyone will make sandwiches. FS HN 166L: the Sandwich Lab.

What makes this such a great idea is that the course could be offered in a number of different formats. It could be taught as a design course, an art course, an anthropology course, a consumer science course, an English course (the English invented the sandwich), or as part of a number of other courses by simply eliminating all of the time wasted on inane nonsense and using the spare time and money for something productive!

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So I dunno... I shouldn't complain so much, and not so loudly, especially when I don't feel that passionate about the matter at hand. It's just that I'm paying large amounts of money to sit in a room and not learn things now (as opposed to before, when someone else paid large amounts of money so I could sit in a room and not learn things) and it is alerting even me, despite all my self-absorbed hubris, to how much this can suck, and to the fact that the ladies and gentlemen in food services can really make a good sandwich. I'm not kidding; this college has some very pronounced talents and strengths, and for whatever reason, making sandwiches is one of them. Teaching math classes is another, which is probably why the thirty minutes of pandering to the whims of obsessive students today upset me so much—it doesn't happen too often.

But I definitely shouldn't rant like this. Ranting gets people in trouble, as proven by the case of Steve Skutnik in this article in today's Daily. Skutnik, a senior in physics and a columnist for that very same esteemed news publication, fancies himself to be a pretty political guy, and he rants about things political on some regular maniacal whim of his. (Rants like these.) He used to have a KURE show, but he stopped doing it for some reason. He used to be a big-shot on the forensics team, but that collapsed recently. I don't even know the guy, but he keeps appearing here and there, apparently with some odd cloud of disreputability constantly surrounding him, a cloud that was probably a major factor in the student body government denying him a position on their election board, even though he was the only one who applied.

Zounds.

So... I'm going to stop ranting now (maybe), and let you all get back to your doughnut-filled lives. If you ever want to rant, though, I'm always listening. It's why I maybe don't post so often—it's really hard to listen and talk at the same time. Y'know? I think you do. Now, if someone would only come up with some kind of Perl listening script...

Door Policy  

Posted on Monday, 26 November 2001 at 06:32 PM. About

It turns out that some of the content on my college's student organization web server is actually pretty useful. Case in point: the elusive door policy vaguely referred to in my housing contract:

Terms and conditions of the 2001-2002 Room and Board Contract in an Undergraduate Residence Hall, Section III, Subsection 17, Heading 5: Material on Doors
The display of material on the exterior of room doors is subject to the conditions of the Inter-Residence Hall Association Door Policy. Copies of the policy may be obtained on the Department of Residence Web page, from your RA/CA or hall director, or by writing to the Department of Residence, 1203 Friley Hall.

...the IRHA was finally kind enough to put it up on its website. I'm posting it as HTML here if you don't want to bother with Microsoft Word. When I got a copy of the housing contract (it's a great read!), I vowed to obtain a copy of the Door Policy just to see what all the fuss was about. Come on now, a door policy? Must every aspect of student life be delineated by rules and regulations? Is what people place on their doors such a big deal that a Door Policy is needed to rein them in?
Yes. Hence, the Inter-Residence Hall Association Door Policy.
My housing contract says nothing about floor mats, however, so I think I'm going to buy a big welcome mat, throw it outside my door and see how long it takes for Sanborn House to descend into total anarchy.
Other IRHA zaniness, taken from meeting minutes:

Linden - we're having date auction guys and girls Nov 30 at 9 PM in lounge spread the word. we're having a dance after.
UDA President - will Linden be auctioning self?
Linden - that or mc-ing
Upper Friley - can you repeat everything?
Linden - 10 men and 10 women Nov 30 9pm linden lounge about an hour followed by a dance until 2
TRA President - why are you doing this?
Linden - our government has no money

17 November 2001  

Posted on Sunday, 18 November 2001 at 12:37 AM. About

November 18 just barely.
Only the realios, as Alana calls them, will understand the significance I place on November 17th, and will understand what I mean when I say that November 17th sucked. I came to a number of realizations about a number of facets of my life, and I got the chance to have a number of interesting conversations with a number of good people, but taken as a whole, the day really sucked. I had a feeling it would, but the seventeenth hit harder than I had thought; I tried to act my way through it just as I smiled through the joke that was the 28th of April, but after the first couple of hours, I couldn't hold my character.
Some actor I am, eh?
But I hit the ground running when the clock tolled midnight, and I have a good idea of what to do now. Perhaps the future of this isn't as bleak as I first thought.

Sorry for whining at you like this, but I think yesterday was one of those days I'm going to want to remember and make a note of. So it is noted.

Microeconomics, part 2  

Posted on Wednesday, 14 November 2001 at 01:37 PM. About Links to correct.

Whee, another exciting episode of Economics 101: The Lab. I just sit here, and all I really have to do is shell into Dreamhost and rant.
For those who have been spared the displeasure, taking an Econ class is like taking an Algebra class... in Italian. A sort of crude, jerky Italian, the kind actors playing stereotypical snotty Europeans speak in bad PG comedies released by 20th Century Fox. The irony is that after reading P.J. O'Rourke's Eat the Rich and talking to some businesspeople, I was almost interested in things financial, too. Oh well... I guess it's on to Plan B.

Grarr... ng. Economic rent. "If you're a corn farmer, what does the beef matter?"
Gli sciocchi lo guideranno pazzesco.

It looks like I'll be leaving town tomorrow, and I'll be taking my box home in an attempt to revive it a bit over break. You can email me safely, but the Rapid Citians might have a better time calling me. We can play Super-Happy Death Game or get the BBQ groove on or something. In the snow.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Postscript: I notice that I broke the page again for those using Netscape 4. I'm going to stop caring. It looks fine on MSIE. It looks fine in Mozilla. It looks fine in Lynx. And I'm pretty sure it looks okay in Opera. If you're using Netscape 4, you really should download Mozilla 0.9.5. Heck, you should download it even if you're not. It's fun.

Parking tickets!  

Posted on Tuesday, 6 November 2001 at 08:11 PM. About

Wow, things happening that I feel are worthy of inclusion in this little rambling-box here.
A while back I went out and downloaded the PGP so I could use secure email to help manage the fish and not have my entire network segment reading my email. I suppose it would be best if I distributed my public key so I can send and receive PGP-encrypted mail, huh?
Key
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In other news, I found my first ISU parking ticket sitting on Petes the Buick's windshield this morning. When I got back into town, I parked the ol' boy in front of the admissions building so I could get to an exam quickly and wound up leaving the car there overnight. The lot is only open to the public at night, though, and I thought I had left the car there a little too long until I looked a little more closely at the ticket and remembered that not only I did not drive a tan and maroon Chevy with Iowa license plates, but that I hadn't left such a vehicle parked in the admissions hall lot all day on October 30th.
I blame the drummers, and you can probably guess why.

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