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chapter 5 Test [11/13]
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100.0=A++
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Homework [11/13]
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65.0=D
You have received 95.00% of the “weighted grade,” and your grade is an A. If your figures vary significantly, see me.
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No tags for this post.Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Noooooooo. T-minus… like 60 days.
Being in this weird place called working full-time at a grocery store is an oddly comfortable thing I’ve falled into. Well jumped into.
But ultimately it takes too much out of me without giving enough back. Things bother me, more than they used to- I think because I’m realizing that this isn’t a life I can be happy with.
Don’t waste an meaningless word or useless sentence. Don’t contribute to or tolerate noise-pollution and indifference and apathy. UGHhhhhhhh. I can’t do it.
Rather, I can’t anymore. =/
I want everything back that I gave away and did not earn. Nope. Well I guess all I can do is start over and go back to the basics and focusing on what I love and need and what makes me feel happy and fulfilled. Even if it’s harder than working at a stupid [...]
Random things about my life right now:
I have a 2,100 word paper due next Tuesday. Haven’t started.
I have a 3,000 word paper due next Wednesday. 1,503 words down.
I have a 1,800 word paper due next Thursday. Haven’t started.
I apparantly have no concept of “depth of focus” in photography.
I am sick.
I am tired.
I’m doing a lot of complaining right now.
Richard is insane.
I’m losing my mind.
Playing MASH for three hours instead of paying attention in class is far more rewarding.
I hate when I get bad results in MASH which soooo happened tonight.
I want to go to a Broadway show.
Shakespeare is so my lover.
I want to play snaps.
Its always fun when your professor reads the wrong lists and tells you that your presentation (which is next week) is today. That really makes your heart stop.
I may just go throw up now.
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No tags for this post.Why am I back in school?
Do I really want an Mdiv?
I’m writing two papers that are due tomorrow. Neither have any relevance to my life. I haven’t learned anything from writing/researching the papers. So why am i doing it? Am i trying to prove something? Are my motives rig ht? Do I even deserve an Mdiv? Is my heart right?
Here i am, working my butt off to get these papers in order before classes tomorrow.
If you’d like to know, one paper is on designing a missions program at a church. The second is a book review of “the old testament speaks”
This is my keyboard.
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Apple Keyboard
I wish I was using it for photoshop instead of writing these papers. Oh well, I guess this is just a busy week for school. Finals are coming up and everyone is running around like a chicken with their head cut off.
This picture was taken [...]
Maddie finished reading the book The Island of the Blue Dophins for fifth grade. Next she and her class have to make a diorama of a scene in the book that they enjoyed. Maddie chose the scene where the lead character, her dog and a friend talk at the beach near her cave. It is a sad story so I won’t spoilt it for you by telling what happens.
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No tags for this post.Over the next six weeks, S and I will drive approximately 10,000,000 miles (more or less) around the state to fulfill family obligations and other random errands. With S’s blended family situation and my impending graduation and bar prep course, we’re pretty much booked solid until New Year’s Day.
It reached a point where I actually told my mom that she couldn’t have a party for me on December 21, because it would have meant 7 straight days of traveling for us (some get-togethers are nominally in our honor, yet particularly inconvenient for us).
Last year was the first Thanksgiving I can remember not spending with one or both of our families. Instead, we were in Oregon having an incredibly good time with S’s brother (so technically we were spending it with family, but you know what I mean). It was great - we were actually able to relax on Turkey Day for the first time [...]
I managed to get some homework done. The day was not wasted. I’m proud of myself with that.
I should head on to bed. I have an early class tomorrow. Despite it starting at 9:15, I still have to leave the house at 7. Oh god, how I wish and hope that I get into the program at Stockholm universitetet.
I’m also feeling a bit strange in the tummy. I don’t know what my stomach wants me to do. Am I hungry? Am I full? Am I sick? What the hell?
I bought a copy of Låt den rätte komma in yesterday. I’m hoping to start reading it as soon as I’m finished with The Edible Woman. It’s been kind of dragging on. I’m barely past half way. Needless to say it’s nowhere as exciting as Oryx and Crake.
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I was chatting with a fellow mom outside the school one morning when the Parent Association President approached:
“Hi! We have school pictures tomorrow and we are a few volunteers short…”
I start nodding.
“… and I was wondering if either of you would be able to…”
I nod faster.
“… stay after drop off – “
“I can!”
“ – to help with the photos?”
“I’m available!!”
I am the super-keen-kindergarten-mom. I want to do it all. When the notice came out that names would be drawn if more than two parents volunteered for the class field trip, I made sure to arrive early the next day to get my name in there. On the first day of school I signed up for half the volunteer jobs at the PTA table. Volunteer burnout? Bring it on!
Why do I want to do so much stuff at my kid’s school? Am I not ready to let go? Am I trying to ensure [...]
So, you all know I appled for AUT - and I really want it.
My hopes were raised yesterday - because I saw ‘Intramural offer conditional’ next to my name. I rang AUT this morning to confirm what it meant. Apparently I do have to have NCEA level 3 to qaulify for this course.
Bastardized careers counciller!
The Careers counciler at Rangi this year was a transfer from Auckland University. She told me that I only needed level 2 to qualify to get into AUT. Because of this, I did’nt even try to get level 3 - because I thought I had the right qaulifications to get in. So now, my whole life depends on tomorow…
My classics exam.
Damn you Socrates, I know you’d come back to haunt me!
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No tags for this post.First, some knitting news. Pink is finished. Pink is photographed. Now I just need to upload the photos to my camera so I can post it as a finished object in Ravelry and on my finished objects page.
School continues to kick my butt. The scores from the latest round of tests was not great. Not horrible, not like, “Oh my God I am going to fail this class, EEK!” but not anything that will earn me an “A” in each class, either.
Last night I went out to the High Street Caffe with a bunch of co-workers. I got the three-course prix fixe menu, and I ordered the Garlic Butter Artichokes for appetizer, the Mesquite Grilled Hanger Steak for entree, and chocolate torte for dessert. Everything was delicious, I was really happy with what I ordered. Also, it’s nice to see your [...]
