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Manic Monday #10 or 11, I've Lost Count
Nov. 22nd, 2004 08:24 pmI forgot to mention this before, but last week I had a sort of Experiential Education day, like I was back in elementary school or something. In Env class, we were taken into a storage room and told to be Canada Customs agents, and decide which objects before us could legally get into Canada if we followed CITES (Convention on International Trade on Endangered Species). Really cool stuff - medicine with Tiger Bone and Rhino Horn as ingredients, all sorts of lizard and crocodile and snakeskin stuff, corals, mahogany, ivory, etc.
We were bad Customs agents, BTW. We didn't know our assess from our endangered donkey subspecies. And according to our prof, we had a hell of a lot more training than normal Customs agents do in this stuff. Sadly, I could attest to this. I worked Customs one summer and I'm damn sure CITES was never once mentioned. They taught us how to "stop these Somalians who all wanna cry 'refugee, refugee!'", but not how to stop ivory from entering the country.
In ADR, we were asked to act as arbitrators deciding the case of a school bus driver who neglected to check his bus for stray children and ended up taking one of them back to the bus depot by accident. Moderately amusing; one of our profs played the bus driver, the other played the bus company supervisor, and both delighted in taking potshots at each other's characters. I believe "shrew" and "dimwit" were both uttered at some point or other.
Then in Drafting, we were given instructions re. new legislation to draft, and told to treat our prof as our instructing officer and ask her clarifying questions about it.
Nice, refreshing change from the regular routine of doing the readings, listening to the lectures, and discussing the lecture and readings in a class discussion.
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But that was last week. This week, notsomuch. Regular humdrum day, except that, having reached what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lonejaguar calls the Special Place with my ADR article annotation, I was delighted to finally hand it in. It may be a worthless pile of fertiliser, but that's not my problem. Or rather, it is, but I don't really care.
Stupid woman in my Drafting class made me ulcerate. Will write about her tomorrow. Feh. Stupid people take far too much mental energy from those around them.
We were bad Customs agents, BTW. We didn't know our assess from our endangered donkey subspecies. And according to our prof, we had a hell of a lot more training than normal Customs agents do in this stuff. Sadly, I could attest to this. I worked Customs one summer and I'm damn sure CITES was never once mentioned. They taught us how to "stop these Somalians who all wanna cry 'refugee, refugee!'", but not how to stop ivory from entering the country.
In ADR, we were asked to act as arbitrators deciding the case of a school bus driver who neglected to check his bus for stray children and ended up taking one of them back to the bus depot by accident. Moderately amusing; one of our profs played the bus driver, the other played the bus company supervisor, and both delighted in taking potshots at each other's characters. I believe "shrew" and "dimwit" were both uttered at some point or other.
Then in Drafting, we were given instructions re. new legislation to draft, and told to treat our prof as our instructing officer and ask her clarifying questions about it.
Nice, refreshing change from the regular routine of doing the readings, listening to the lectures, and discussing the lecture and readings in a class discussion.
But that was last week. This week, notsomuch. Regular humdrum day, except that, having reached what
lonejaguar calls the Special Place with my ADR article annotation, I was delighted to finally hand it in. It may be a worthless pile of fertiliser, but that's not my problem. Or rather, it is, but I don't really care.Stupid woman in my Drafting class made me ulcerate. Will write about her tomorrow. Feh. Stupid people take far too much mental energy from those around them.
