1. Favourite Christmas episodes of tv shows. :) for aryas_zehral
This actually ended up being more difficult for me to answer than I thought it would be. I can't think of many Christmas episodes of TV just off the top of my head. I liked this year's NCIS Christmas episode (I am a sucker for sick kids OMG). My favorite Christmas movies are White Christmas
and Holiday Inn
, and my favorite Christmas story is "The Gift of the Magi." Makes me tear up every time I read it. My favorite Christmas song is "Some Children See Him" sung by Andy Williams, and I am the target audience for every holiday commercial ever made. Those coffee commercials where people come home for Christmas slay me. The commercial this year where the couple decorates their elderly neighbor's house for Christmas brings me to tears.
2. Your favourite Farscape episode or moment. :-) for china_shop
This, in contrast, is an easy question to answer. My hands-down absolute favorite moment in the show and miniseries is ( SPOILERS )
3. Best/wackiest/most memorable story about grad school for zulu
We started grad school in the fall of 2001, and so I had been teaching for a matter of a few weeks when 9/11 happened. At this time, Josh and I did not watch the news and you couldn't really check the news on the internet at that point and we didn't listen to NPR unless we were in the car, so we slept in late as usual and went onto campus. Everything was so quiet and still and people were huddled together or talking on their phones, and it was just weird. We knew instantly something was wrong. I went into my office, and my office-mate told me what had happened. We went home; I think classes were cancelled for that day (I can't remember) and watched the planes crash into the Towers over and over again for hours. I had a student that semester who quit coming to class and tried to give me the excuse that he was a journalist who was needed to cover the terrorist tragedy. Talk about an utter lack of sympathy for that bullshit.
I got pregnant with my first daughter in the second semester of grad school. I was deeply, horribly sick the entire time I was pregnant with her. This led to me throwing up pretty much everywhere in Oxford; behind every bush, in every parking lot, in the trashcans of every building on campus. It was awesome to overhear the wife of one of my professors say at a social gathering how pitiful it is that the female students get so drunk, and so early in the day even. She then recounted the story of what I recognized as pregnant me throwing up in the parking lot of Blockbuster as an example of this issue. LOL
And for an even three, my undergraduate classes in English were pretty light on the theory. I'm certain that theory was informing what my professors chose to teach us and how they did so, but I didn't read any Lacan or Foucoult or learn anything about the different theoretical schools. Our first semester in grad school, we all had to take an intro to theory class that exposed us to the most important theory at that time as well as a history of the discipline of English as taught in America. Fascinating class (even if it remains the most contact I've really had with theory; a lot of the older profs at Ole Miss at that time were more into close reading and historical readings than anything else, and so I'm really weak in that area to this day; I'm totally cool with that, though; while I find some theory useful for understanding literature, I find a lot of it obfuscating and clearly something somebody wrote to get tenure rather than because it added anything to the discipline LOL; I accept that I may be alone in this feeling, fellow profs on the flist). There was this one girl in the class who just got more and more upset as the class wore on, and one day she just stood up, announced "Fuck this" and flounced on out the door never to be seen again. I have never seen anyone implode like that before. It was bizarre. We still have the book of Lovecraft poetry Josh had borrowed from her and could not return on our shelf.