Graduate Advisor: So, what do you want to take?
Pony: I'll continue Hebrew, of course. Too bad I won't be able to take a class with the ethnomusicologist who's leaving for England after this year, since that class conflicts with Hebrew. Instead, I thought I'd take the proseminar in Renaissance music, and Advisor-To-Be's course, "Global Film Musicals." I'll watch Bollywood movies till they come out my ears!
GA: Okay. . . okay. . . language, Western music requirement, check. Uh-oh. (cue scary music)
GA: You are aware that the Global Film Musicals class meets twice as often as listed, but only for half the quarter?
Pony: Um. No.
GA: That's okay. It wasn't actually listed anywhere in the registrar's schedule.
Pony: Oookay. . . So when's the second meeting time?
GA: Let me check. Oh. Um. Actually, there is no firm meeting time. Advisor-To-Be hasn't actually declared one yet, and he's in New Haven until the end of the quarter.
Pony: So the time listed on the course schedule. . .
GA: . . . is pure fiction, yes. I hope this class won't conflict with any of your other ones.
Pony: Um. Yes. Me, too. When will we find out about the schedule?
GA: Before classes start, I hope. Hey, I'll be seeing Advisor-To-Be at SEM in Hawaii this weekend. Want me to ask him for you?
Pony: Please. Pin him with a flying tackle, if need be.
So I'm tentatively registered, pending the outcome of the question on when, exactly, we are to gather and watch Bollywood movies till they come out of our ears.
In other news, my history class chugs along. We're reading about Stalin's postwar pogroms and the fate of Soviet Jewry this week, and I have come across one of the best names EVAR. Being of Russian Jewish descent myself, I consider myself perfectly within my rights to roll over laughing when I read about the illustrious WWII exploits of one General Yakov Smushkevich.