Infectious laughs So a girl in my French class to…
admin January 25th, 2006
Infectious laughs
So a girl in my French class told me today that whenever I laugh, she can’t help laughing too. Apparently I have an infectious laugh.
My question: is that a compliment or an insult? (Or both?) I mean, it could be that when I laugh I seem to be having such a good time that she can’t help joining in, even if she doesn’t see the joke; or maybe our senses of humor are so closely aligned that we set each other off. However, it could also mean that I look or sound so darned stupid when I laugh that she can’t keep from laughing at me.
I suppose it comes down to whether she’s laughing at me or with me. (I hate when clichés surface in real life!)
In tenuously-related news, apparently Wayne State offers no foreign language classes past the basic general education requirements (101 – 201) during the spring and summer, and those only for the very popular languages like French, Spanish, Italian, and German. It’s very frustrating, as I will have completed French 201 by then and already have done the equivalent of German 201 (and while I could certainly use a refresher, it seems a bit silly to buy the books for a refresher).
So I thought to myself, “Self, it may be time for you to think about graduate work again” (I tried to do an MPA after finishing my undergrad, but public administration and I had issues with each other)…and since my university has recently enhanced its international and comparative politics area (if they had done that four years ago I would have DONE a Masters in that and not even bothered with the MPA, grumble grumble), I thought I’d go take a look at their course offerings.
All but nada. I could take Dispute Resolution, but I’m afraid it’ll give me flashbacks to childhood… or I could take Statistics, which I’m actually considering, but I would have to completely change my status and reapply for graduate standing for it to ever count towards a graduate degree. That’s a lot of hassle for Stats.
Of course, I could just have my evenings to myself…or take a part-time job…or take up basket-weaving…or go back to jewelry-making…or volunteer at DRIS again…or write a novel…or continue to work on teaching myself Farsi…
Ah well. I’m sure I’ll find an array of ways to occupy my time.
I could always just sit around and infect the world with my laugh.
