During my lunch hour on Friday, I applied to college, got accepted, registered for a class, and made some noodles.
UNM-LA: The Poster Child of Academic Rigor.
I'm taking an introductory Russian language course offered by one of the interpreters in our group. It's offered through UNM-LA, so I had to become a student. Which, apparently, involves having some 16-year old girl glance at my one-page application page for approximately 20 seconds. "Looks good. Here's your registration form."
I look forward to being able to say, "Your sunglasses are ridiculous" in Russian.
(PS: it's Ваши солнечные очки смешоны.)
My all-time favorite memory of UNM-LA involves their course catalog circa 1998--they had a class listed with the title: "Introduction to Lingustical Analsyis." That's a lot of typos.
It's probably designed to weed out the unobservant. You can only get the registration form if you point out the errors.
When I first read this, I thought.... oh god.... more school?!
Did anyone notice the most ridiculous thing in the new photos?
http://mouser.org/gallery/hawaii2005/mouser_nina_helicopter
Checkout the pilot after you zoom in. Hang 10...
I'm glad to see Mouser back at school. You should hire kurt vonnegut to be your tutor. "Whoever *did* write this doesn't know the first thing about Kurt Vonnegut! and *another* thing, Vonnegut! I'm gonna stop payment on the cheque!" Aahh Back to school, a real classic.
All I remember from my fever-interrupted half-semester of Russian is how to say "I do not understand". Ya ne ponomaiou, roughly. That, and "that is a chair". Eto stachan, IIRC.