On nights like t'nite
I'm glad I have a cow to keep me company. 3 sets of homework, one exam, the two hour class from hell, tennis practice, and a meeting all on the same day. If I don't post again by Friday, assume that I keeled over. I'm leaving everything to my cow.
I'm glad I have a cow to keep me company. 3 sets of homework, one exam, the two hour class from hell, tennis practice, and a meeting all on the same day. If I don't post again by Friday, assume that I keeled over. I'm leaving everything to my cow.
An Interesting Read
I've talked to a few people that have joked about the possibility, so I found it interesting to have been pointed to this article on Terrorist Professors
Brings me back to one observation I made years ago working in Austin: Having degrees doesn't make a person great.
I've talked to a few people that have joked about the possibility, so I found it interesting to have been pointed to this article on Terrorist Professors
Brings me back to one observation I made years ago working in Austin: Having degrees doesn't make a person great.
Today I'm....
Headless Poultry Trackstar Dr. D's energy is rubbing off on me.
Headless Poultry Trackstar Dr. D's energy is rubbing off on me.
"It happens to the best of us"
People keep saying that to me when I tell them I wasn't able to work on my project for work, or forget to turn in my timesheet, or get sick. I'm thinking, "wow, I must be pretty darn bestest, cause 'it' happens waaay too often". It was cold today. How cold? Glass-cutting-nipples cold, that's how cold it was. I braved the coldness again to go to the mechanics review session today. Not the best time spent in my opinion, it's not any better than class. I would comment on who's fault it is, but some people may not like having it pointed out that the cap on their capacity for learning may have been reached. I'm impressed that the proff puts the effort into making sure we understand what it is we should. He also commented that he knows that 70-80% of the homework is copied, but if you did it yourself, you'd get atleast a 75 on the test. I guess otherwise you fail; it happens to the best of us. *smirk*.
People keep saying that to me when I tell them I wasn't able to work on my project for work, or forget to turn in my timesheet, or get sick. I'm thinking, "wow, I must be pretty darn bestest, cause 'it' happens waaay too often". It was cold today. How cold? Glass-cutting-nipples cold, that's how cold it was. I braved the coldness again to go to the mechanics review session today. Not the best time spent in my opinion, it's not any better than class. I would comment on who's fault it is, but some people may not like having it pointed out that the cap on their capacity for learning may have been reached. I'm impressed that the proff puts the effort into making sure we understand what it is we should. He also commented that he knows that 70-80% of the homework is copied, but if you did it yourself, you'd get atleast a 75 on the test. I guess otherwise you fail; it happens to the best of us. *smirk*.
... little bits o' luv
The only person I could think to call for help in finding the student health places was Kelly-o (like jello, but not as jiggly). Calling her was easier than calling tech information which I would have to find the number for anyway. You'd figure they'd have the number posted somewhere... nooo. She ends up taking me to the urgent care place my dad found by calling around for me (love my daddy). Not only does she wait for me, but she goes and gets me a fantastic care/getwell package!!!! Complete with Cadbury eggs, animal stickers, and among other bits of coolness, an Operation pen. Dood. Too cool. Then she carts my sick butt to Walgreens after a long lunch to pick up my 'sciptions. We find things such as Snickers eggs and the Friends trivia game and a cow for me. Finally I find a cow. I named her Moomy Wellbetter. I feel much better thanks to my friend Kelly-o. I tell you, everyone needs to have friends like Kelly-o. :-) **Thanks Kelly!**
The only person I could think to call for help in finding the student health places was Kelly-o (like jello, but not as jiggly). Calling her was easier than calling tech information which I would have to find the number for anyway. You'd figure they'd have the number posted somewhere... nooo. She ends up taking me to the urgent care place my dad found by calling around for me (love my daddy). Not only does she wait for me, but she goes and gets me a fantastic care/getwell package!!!! Complete with Cadbury eggs, animal stickers, and among other bits of coolness, an Operation pen. Dood. Too cool. Then she carts my sick butt to Walgreens after a long lunch to pick up my 'sciptions. We find things such as Snickers eggs and the Friends trivia game and a cow for me. Finally I find a cow. I named her Moomy Wellbetter. I feel much better thanks to my friend Kelly-o. I tell you, everyone needs to have friends like Kelly-o. :-) **Thanks Kelly!**
achy achy
I caught a cold yesterday. The coughy coughy daddy left at my apt a couple of weeks ago finally developed into sinus-soidal pressure and hella huge tonsils. On top of all that, I'm all kinds of achy from the cold and the extremely dry air isn't helping at all. I can barely blink! I think I need to invest in a humidifier, or learn to live without my moisture sucking heater. Probably didn't help that I stood outside for hotdogs @ University Day, bleech.
I'mma go hunt me down some antibiotics. Peas out, folks.
I caught a cold yesterday. The coughy coughy daddy left at my apt a couple of weeks ago finally developed into sinus-soidal pressure and hella huge tonsils. On top of all that, I'm all kinds of achy from the cold and the extremely dry air isn't helping at all. I can barely blink! I think I need to invest in a humidifier, or learn to live without my moisture sucking heater. Probably didn't help that I stood outside for hotdogs @ University Day, bleech.
I'mma go hunt me down some antibiotics. Peas out, folks.
Care Packages
My Huny sent me the most awesomest care package today, it had Lammes candies, metallic crayolas, a cute sweater, sugar plum spice tea, and more chocolatey goodness!! I'm soo lucky to have someone who knows me well enough to get all the right things :-). Thank you huny!!
Friends
I shouldn't butt into my friends lives, no matter how much they talk me into it. They tend to get unhappy with the results. Other friends talk me into dinner and keep me at their place pinning frabric together, although they make kick-ass surf-nut-burgers!! (Thanks Kelly!!) I did get some kitty loving today, too, so the trip was worth it.
School
I braved "the class that time lost" today. Michael had the great observation that new instructors shouldn't be given 90 minute classes to lecture for their first semester ever. I have to agree. Grad students with Farrah Fawcet hair should not grade papers. Neither should grad students that like to write -15 all over papers with no explainations.
HomeSickness
Homesickness is just a bucket of suck.
My Huny sent me the most awesomest care package today, it had Lammes candies, metallic crayolas, a cute sweater, sugar plum spice tea, and more chocolatey goodness!! I'm soo lucky to have someone who knows me well enough to get all the right things :-). Thank you huny!!
Friends
I shouldn't butt into my friends lives, no matter how much they talk me into it. They tend to get unhappy with the results. Other friends talk me into dinner and keep me at their place pinning frabric together, although they make kick-ass surf-nut-burgers!! (Thanks Kelly!!) I did get some kitty loving today, too, so the trip was worth it.
School
I braved "the class that time lost" today. Michael had the great observation that new instructors shouldn't be given 90 minute classes to lecture for their first semester ever. I have to agree. Grad students with Farrah Fawcet hair should not grade papers. Neither should grad students that like to write -15 all over papers with no explainations.
HomeSickness
Homesickness is just a bucket of suck.
Yee haa!
Finished homework today by 10:30 PM AND got to see an African Fashion show and meet some really well dressed peoples. I took pictures ofcourse, once they're developed and scanned and cropped and if they didn't turn out bad even though I used the wrong film (oops) they will be posted for all to browse through. Thanks again to Michael for inviting me! This WonderWoman will be sleeping early tonight! - Cheers all.
Finished homework today by 10:30 PM AND got to see an African Fashion show and meet some really well dressed peoples. I took pictures ofcourse, once they're developed and scanned and cropped and if they didn't turn out bad even though I used the wrong film (oops) they will be posted for all to browse through. Thanks again to Michael for inviting me! This WonderWoman will be sleeping early tonight! - Cheers all.
Reality
Published by Hieu on Monday, February 17, 2003 at 1:28 PM.
I'm always thinking to myself that I don't have enough time. Everyone's given the same amount of time, the same hours in the day -- this comes from my father's saying that everyone is born with the same brain and it's all in how you use it. But I do, I do have enough time. I have more than enough time. Am I sure? Considering that my parents came here with very little english, no money, and a sick kid (me), they were able to finish a degree in Mechanical Engineering and Accounting degree in 5 years while keeping me fed, and putting me in private school. I would say I definitely have more time than they did, and so I have no excuse. And besides, I'm WonderWoman.
Indulgence
Tennis pratice went well. Apparently my forehand came back from it's extended vacation and whooped some ass even to my suprise. I'm going to have to start practicing more to keep it up. And because Kelly keeps stuffing me with chocolate and fried goodies. Tonight we had beer battered onion rings, seafood pasta stuffs, follwed by bignettes and caramel pecan fudge cake. Two days before we had chicken strips cornbread and fries followed by a brownie icecream monstrosity. Hideous. I'm not allowing myself to be around this girl for a month, 5 mile run, or 12 lbs -- which ever comes first.
Random
I actually had time this weekend to get some work done. I even did real laundry (and not the kind that comes out of a book I had to buy from a photocopier). So far so good. I'm not really looking forward to this week. I don't look forward to any week actually. Note to self, the people that work in the Home Depot here are not like people in Home Depots anywhere else in Texas. The ones here have NO common sense when it comes to hardware. Second note to self, don't watch the truck commercials where the country singer sings the theme. They have names like Cooter and their hometowns have spanish names that get butchered when they sing it. I saw one today where apparently "fOrd eyuz thu beyust iyun Texus". No really, they do sound like that.No really, they do. The singer looked like his pubic patch of hair moved up right around his mouth. They are all heavy set men who believe in the "comin out in the warsh" theory and wear clothes waaay to tight to be healthy. Yeah.
E-Ness
This week is E-WEEK, everybody go out and hug and Engineer!! Woo hooo!!
Tennis pratice went well. Apparently my forehand came back from it's extended vacation and whooped some ass even to my suprise. I'm going to have to start practicing more to keep it up. And because Kelly keeps stuffing me with chocolate and fried goodies. Tonight we had beer battered onion rings, seafood pasta stuffs, follwed by bignettes and caramel pecan fudge cake. Two days before we had chicken strips cornbread and fries followed by a brownie icecream monstrosity. Hideous. I'm not allowing myself to be around this girl for a month, 5 mile run, or 12 lbs -- which ever comes first.
Random
I actually had time this weekend to get some work done. I even did real laundry (and not the kind that comes out of a book I had to buy from a photocopier). So far so good. I'm not really looking forward to this week. I don't look forward to any week actually. Note to self, the people that work in the Home Depot here are not like people in Home Depots anywhere else in Texas. The ones here have NO common sense when it comes to hardware. Second note to self, don't watch the truck commercials where the country singer sings the theme. They have names like Cooter and their hometowns have spanish names that get butchered when they sing it. I saw one today where apparently "fOrd eyuz thu beyust iyun Texus". No really, they do sound like that.No really, they do. The singer looked like his pubic patch of hair moved up right around his mouth. They are all heavy set men who believe in the "comin out in the warsh" theory and wear clothes waaay to tight to be healthy. Yeah.
E-Ness
This week is E-WEEK, everybody go out and hug and Engineer!! Woo hooo!!
Happy Hallmark Money Day -- Theme: Love
Jammies calls it another one of those Capitalist Holidays, her sister calls it VD. I call it Valentines Day. Some people hate it, some stalk their adorees, some rush to the nearest grocery store to buy the obligatory roses before the loved one comes home, some feel all proud in their forsight to book a restaurant months in advance, rent a limo, buy champagne only to forget to pickup the only clean slacks they had before the dry cleaners closed at 5pm.
Traditionally, we've stayed home and cooked a good meal and talked about our day at work. This year I spent it in the warmth of the laundryroom breathing the fresh scent of Bounce WildFlowers and reading Chapter 3 of Mechanics. I hope you all had a good one. XOXO.
Jammies calls it another one of those Capitalist Holidays, her sister calls it VD. I call it Valentines Day. Some people hate it, some stalk their adorees, some rush to the nearest grocery store to buy the obligatory roses before the loved one comes home, some feel all proud in their forsight to book a restaurant months in advance, rent a limo, buy champagne only to forget to pickup the only clean slacks they had before the dry cleaners closed at 5pm.
Traditionally, we've stayed home and cooked a good meal and talked about our day at work. This year I spent it in the warmth of the laundryroom breathing the fresh scent of Bounce WildFlowers and reading Chapter 3 of Mechanics. I hope you all had a good one. XOXO.
The...Longest...2 Hours of...Your Life
It wasn't going to end. Ever. He's just two pages away from turning to the last page of his lecture notes. But he won't turn the page. Oh no. He has yet another example for us to look at. The parapalegic minutes are shuffled by on gurneys one by one, until it dawns on me that I too, no longer feel my legs. I have successfully butt melded with the swivel chairs. My eyes start to close on their own. My mouth opens and I yawn unable to contain the urge. I look over and your classmate is reviewing material from this morning's "wash" (Dynamics, dirty laundry; apparently the same thing). Behind me, another is desperately trying to sleep in between the chirps from the imaginary bird that cries "murder" whenever the professor writes on that side of the board. How bad was it? It was so bad the shadow professor walked out after 30 minutes. We still had an hour and a half to go. To go inSaNe. So there is a question I must ask myself, do I go to this class, or do I stay in the office and do homework. Well lets weigh the goodies, and draw a freaking free body diagram.
[skip class and do homework] --- Has multiple degrees of freedom. Attitude goes up in the positive direction. Time for other subject increases with time outside of this class.
Taking the Momentum around Midday on Tuesdays and Thursday, equating all to zero, productivity is positive.
[go to class and endure] --- Has zero degrees of freedom. If you hold Hieu's butt down to the chair, does she move? No, she can't, her butt goes numb. Attitude goes in the negative direction. Time for other subjects decreases with time in the class. Taking the Momentrum around Midday on Tuesdays and Thursdays, equating all to zero, productivity goes to negative infinity.
Reality, the class isn't as bad as it could be. It could be a Dr. R class, we would all have to go out and buy digital cameras and have others take pictures of us humiliating ourselves with our textbooks to possibly boost our grades. I'm not kidding. Last semester I had to buy a color printer. Thankfully this professor is teaching theory and not nitpicking with the textbook details. He is a good guy, I like him a lot. I really wish someone with authority would give him some tips on lecturing.
It wasn't going to end. Ever. He's just two pages away from turning to the last page of his lecture notes. But he won't turn the page. Oh no. He has yet another example for us to look at. The parapalegic minutes are shuffled by on gurneys one by one, until it dawns on me that I too, no longer feel my legs. I have successfully butt melded with the swivel chairs. My eyes start to close on their own. My mouth opens and I yawn unable to contain the urge. I look over and your classmate is reviewing material from this morning's "wash" (Dynamics, dirty laundry; apparently the same thing). Behind me, another is desperately trying to sleep in between the chirps from the imaginary bird that cries "murder" whenever the professor writes on that side of the board. How bad was it? It was so bad the shadow professor walked out after 30 minutes. We still had an hour and a half to go. To go inSaNe. So there is a question I must ask myself, do I go to this class, or do I stay in the office and do homework. Well lets weigh the goodies, and draw a freaking free body diagram.
[skip class and do homework] --- Has multiple degrees of freedom. Attitude goes up in the positive direction. Time for other subject increases with time outside of this class.
Taking the Momentum around Midday on Tuesdays and Thursday, equating all to zero, productivity is positive.
[go to class and endure] --- Has zero degrees of freedom. If you hold Hieu's butt down to the chair, does she move? No, she can't, her butt goes numb. Attitude goes in the negative direction. Time for other subjects decreases with time in the class. Taking the Momentrum around Midday on Tuesdays and Thursdays, equating all to zero, productivity goes to negative infinity.
Reality, the class isn't as bad as it could be. It could be a Dr. R class, we would all have to go out and buy digital cameras and have others take pictures of us humiliating ourselves with our textbooks to possibly boost our grades. I'm not kidding. Last semester I had to buy a color printer. Thankfully this professor is teaching theory and not nitpicking with the textbook details. He is a good guy, I like him a lot. I really wish someone with authority would give him some tips on lecturing.
Evil Gremlins
When you're walking towards the review session for the class and one of the smarter guys in the class is walking out and says "He's an Evil Gremlin" well then you know, it was a good thing you walked all the way across campus to drop the class.
Yeah, so I decided to drop Dynamics today. It's one thing to not have the brain capacity to absorb new concepts and apply them to real world situations. It's another thing to have to use brain power to overcome the craziness that is this guys grading practices. Dr. "It's all gonna come out in the wash"... This smart guy made 80's on his quizes. And he's smart!! I made a 30 on my second quiz, wow. And I'm not exactly stupid either.
The dream job
Well, I saw my prof today at the career fair. This is the guy we couldn't understand in lecture. I have to say though that he was honest in what he had to say and he asked real questions. He's looking for another job as he doesn't much like teaching. I don't blame him, for what he's making?! He should be paid much more. He asked my opinion and I told him straight out that "yes, you are hard to understand. If I didn't read the book, I would be lost, but you are a good teacher, you're concerned and offer review sessions and encourage office hours, and that is what counts". He seemed generally okay with it. I will talk to him again tomorrow and make sure he's okay.
Speaking of dream jobs, I just read a very unhappy post about a fellow Fruitilite, an Applette, person who worked for the Froot Company, named Adam and his jobbie job.
So at the career fair I talked to a couple of cool companies, Lockheed for one and BP. I like their new green logo
. Very cool. I hope one of them is able to offer me a co-op/internship! *crossing fingers*.
When you're walking towards the review session for the class and one of the smarter guys in the class is walking out and says "He's an Evil Gremlin" well then you know, it was a good thing you walked all the way across campus to drop the class.
Yeah, so I decided to drop Dynamics today. It's one thing to not have the brain capacity to absorb new concepts and apply them to real world situations. It's another thing to have to use brain power to overcome the craziness that is this guys grading practices. Dr. "It's all gonna come out in the wash"... This smart guy made 80's on his quizes. And he's smart!! I made a 30 on my second quiz, wow. And I'm not exactly stupid either.
The dream job
Well, I saw my prof today at the career fair. This is the guy we couldn't understand in lecture. I have to say though that he was honest in what he had to say and he asked real questions. He's looking for another job as he doesn't much like teaching. I don't blame him, for what he's making?! He should be paid much more. He asked my opinion and I told him straight out that "yes, you are hard to understand. If I didn't read the book, I would be lost, but you are a good teacher, you're concerned and offer review sessions and encourage office hours, and that is what counts". He seemed generally okay with it. I will talk to him again tomorrow and make sure he's okay.
Speaking of dream jobs, I just read a very unhappy post about a fellow Fruitilite, an Applette, person who worked for the Froot Company, named Adam and his jobbie job.
So at the career fair I talked to a couple of cool companies, Lockheed for one and BP. I like their new green logo
. Very cool. I hope one of them is able to offer me a co-op/internship! *crossing fingers*.
Edjumacation
Today I learned that if I closed my eyes during my class, I cannot understand what the professor is saying. It is only when I can see what he's writing that my brain can partially parse the sounds coming out of his mouth. What does that tell you? That's right, he e no speekee goo eengeesh. ARG. And there's nothing we can do about it, but read the book -- which I have no problem with. I have an issue with being forced to SIT in this class and waste an hour of my time learning a foreign langugage. But it's not just him. I have another professor in a lab that whistles his s's with a horrid west texas drawl. I only feel negative against this man because I'm in his class because of a technicality, has nothing to do with me learning to draw with a graphics program, or his ability to teach. It would help if he would stop "Gaar-on-tee"-ing us that we're not going to get the drawings correct.
It really is like a very bad real life King of the Hill cast. I started watching the cartoon when I lived in Austin. It was funny then. Now it's a curse. That one professor is like a Boomhauer/Soopanusenpohm with his undecipherable foreign talk. The other one is Hank Hill with his rectal sphincter tension on high.
There are the few that I love and am very glad I've had in class. I'm thankful to them for making my college experience bareable.
But this is a lesson for me, whatever the pain and the cost, my children will not suffer the torment of a Texas university. My children will go to private schools where they will have scholarships to pay their way into a classroom where people speak English.
Today I learned that if I closed my eyes during my class, I cannot understand what the professor is saying. It is only when I can see what he's writing that my brain can partially parse the sounds coming out of his mouth. What does that tell you? That's right, he e no speekee goo eengeesh. ARG. And there's nothing we can do about it, but read the book -- which I have no problem with. I have an issue with being forced to SIT in this class and waste an hour of my time learning a foreign langugage. But it's not just him. I have another professor in a lab that whistles his s's with a horrid west texas drawl. I only feel negative against this man because I'm in his class because of a technicality, has nothing to do with me learning to draw with a graphics program, or his ability to teach. It would help if he would stop "Gaar-on-tee"-ing us that we're not going to get the drawings correct.
It really is like a very bad real life King of the Hill cast. I started watching the cartoon when I lived in Austin. It was funny then. Now it's a curse. That one professor is like a Boomhauer/Soopanusenpohm with his undecipherable foreign talk. The other one is Hank Hill with his rectal sphincter tension on high.
There are the few that I love and am very glad I've had in class. I'm thankful to them for making my college experience bareable.
But this is a lesson for me, whatever the pain and the cost, my children will not suffer the torment of a Texas university. My children will go to private schools where they will have scholarships to pay their way into a classroom where people speak English.
Quizz-nit
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Music
My exposure to music is limited to the radio and the few downloadable goodies I can find online. Sad to say, it's pretty much mainstream type music. Although thanks to Jammie and the Ascii Avenger, who have graciously burned me cd's of music i've never heard of, I am listening to all kinds of much-better-than-radio music. Thanks guys. Webraw also started this obscure music thing which seems like a neat thing to pay attention to. I downloaded the first song, my soundcard isn't activated, so I'll have to wait on listening to it.
Pooters
Dad came to see me this weekend and brought me a newly built pc and took home my crippled one. a fresh install of a newer os will fix that poor puppy. this one is quite nice. the awesome thing about built computers is that you can put only what you want in it, and without all the extra ugly software the other companies put in there for you. It even has a nice shiny front plate like the QuickSilvers but without the hiddious four nostrils. :-)
Tests
First rounds of tests are comming up this week, and only half a dozen meetings. Augh. I need to find a way to put sound clips up here. People need to hear the quality speech patterns I get to listen to all day long. "It'll all come out in the warsh" "Oh sorry, its a Miga Pascal" "But, aah dount uuunderstaaand wheere that cuuums fruum." Ahhh, west texas.
My exposure to music is limited to the radio and the few downloadable goodies I can find online. Sad to say, it's pretty much mainstream type music. Although thanks to Jammie and the Ascii Avenger, who have graciously burned me cd's of music i've never heard of, I am listening to all kinds of much-better-than-radio music. Thanks guys. Webraw also started this obscure music thing which seems like a neat thing to pay attention to. I downloaded the first song, my soundcard isn't activated, so I'll have to wait on listening to it.
Pooters
Dad came to see me this weekend and brought me a newly built pc and took home my crippled one. a fresh install of a newer os will fix that poor puppy. this one is quite nice. the awesome thing about built computers is that you can put only what you want in it, and without all the extra ugly software the other companies put in there for you. It even has a nice shiny front plate like the QuickSilvers but without the hiddious four nostrils. :-)
Tests
First rounds of tests are comming up this week, and only half a dozen meetings. Augh. I need to find a way to put sound clips up here. People need to hear the quality speech patterns I get to listen to all day long. "It'll all come out in the warsh" "Oh sorry, its a Miga Pascal" "But, aah dount uuunderstaaand wheere that cuuums fruum." Ahhh, west texas.
Idjits
I wonder if I come across as a nice person, an easy person or a free flowing fountain of knowledge. I keep attracting these idiots in my dept. We have this BobbyHill/Pigpen kid that drives me nuts -- he's always finding an excuse to talk to me. Even on my days with my best "i'm sorry hieu's not in, but her fist will me more than happy to answer any questions you may have" face he still finds a way to ask me some inane question.
Goodness
On the good side. My week is over. I can go have a nice dinner tonight with Pi Tau Sigma and shoot some pool with Kell. Im gonna see if i can do a Lubbock revival of the ritual Thursday night poolage I used to enjoy with Jammers back in the day. Dad's coming to see me tomorrow too, which is good. He can help me with homework like the good ole days.
I wonder if I come across as a nice person, an easy person or a free flowing fountain of knowledge. I keep attracting these idiots in my dept. We have this BobbyHill/Pigpen kid that drives me nuts -- he's always finding an excuse to talk to me. Even on my days with my best "i'm sorry hieu's not in, but her fist will me more than happy to answer any questions you may have" face he still finds a way to ask me some inane question.
Goodness
On the good side. My week is over. I can go have a nice dinner tonight with Pi Tau Sigma and shoot some pool with Kell. Im gonna see if i can do a Lubbock revival of the ritual Thursday night poolage I used to enjoy with Jammers back in the day. Dad's coming to see me tomorrow too, which is good. He can help me with homework like the good ole days.
I've lost my mind
Came home to nap after a full day at school and accomplishing quite a bit, actually accomplishing little bits of a lot of things that I will eventually finish tonight before I head off to beddie bye. So I napped a couple of hours only to be woken up by the sound of my phone and Amanda on the other end. She was talking to me like a good samaritain talks to an unconsious motorist on the side of the road, "hello, can you hear me? my name is Amanda, from English, are you okay? hello? dood, are you alright? were you asleep?" Ofcourse I was trying to remember the last thing I did and that was sitting in my office packing my backpack to go home. And since my clock glared a bright green 8:11 I figured I must have overslept and missed my 8am class. Not good. Then I was trying to figure out why someone named Amanda would call me. Then I wondered who I was, why I was where I was, and how many days had gone by since I was last awake. Not a pleasant way to wake up. I think that may be a hint I need more zz's.
ZZ's are for the weak.
So I decided that I would stick with my Materials class and Dr. M. He's a nice guy, I should wait and see what the exams are like. I can't lose anything but money, but I would have rather tried than not. Evidence of a lost mind. Plus, if I keep it, I don't have to take a Dr. R class next semester.
I got my first job assignment today. Pretty spiffed about it. I get to play with FEA whoo hoo!! And daddy will come see me on Friday! I got invited to the honor society dinner tomorrow night. I hope I can keep my grades up to stay in until I graduate. Wish me luck peoples. I wonder if I'll be alive at the end of the semester.
Came home to nap after a full day at school and accomplishing quite a bit, actually accomplishing little bits of a lot of things that I will eventually finish tonight before I head off to beddie bye. So I napped a couple of hours only to be woken up by the sound of my phone and Amanda on the other end. She was talking to me like a good samaritain talks to an unconsious motorist on the side of the road, "hello, can you hear me? my name is Amanda, from English, are you okay? hello? dood, are you alright? were you asleep?" Ofcourse I was trying to remember the last thing I did and that was sitting in my office packing my backpack to go home. And since my clock glared a bright green 8:11 I figured I must have overslept and missed my 8am class. Not good. Then I was trying to figure out why someone named Amanda would call me. Then I wondered who I was, why I was where I was, and how many days had gone by since I was last awake. Not a pleasant way to wake up. I think that may be a hint I need more zz's.
ZZ's are for the weak.
So I decided that I would stick with my Materials class and Dr. M. He's a nice guy, I should wait and see what the exams are like. I can't lose anything but money, but I would have rather tried than not. Evidence of a lost mind. Plus, if I keep it, I don't have to take a Dr. R class next semester.
I got my first job assignment today. Pretty spiffed about it. I get to play with FEA whoo hoo!! And daddy will come see me on Friday! I got invited to the honor society dinner tomorrow night. I hope I can keep my grades up to stay in until I graduate. Wish me luck peoples. I wonder if I'll be alive at the end of the semester.
ARG.
Debating over and over if I should drop my Materials class. It's supposedly an easy class, but we're not getting anywhere, and we're doing it pretty fast. If I drop it, I get to take it with Dr. R which won't be so bad, I'll learn something. But now I'm thinking I should drop Dynamics -- apparently the grader has issues and will take off 30 points for misplacing the letter i. I attribute grading attitudes like that as being a result of being screwed in your undergrad years and then taking it out on others. It's sad that our futures depend on grades determined by people who have chips on their shoulders. But that's life.
Did I mention the bobby hill kid? He's driving me nuts with his stupid unsolicited questions. I really have no patience for idiots. Stupid people I can understand. Idiots.. no.
Debating over and over if I should drop my Materials class. It's supposedly an easy class, but we're not getting anywhere, and we're doing it pretty fast. If I drop it, I get to take it with Dr. R which won't be so bad, I'll learn something. But now I'm thinking I should drop Dynamics -- apparently the grader has issues and will take off 30 points for misplacing the letter i. I attribute grading attitudes like that as being a result of being screwed in your undergrad years and then taking it out on others. It's sad that our futures depend on grades determined by people who have chips on their shoulders. But that's life.
Did I mention the bobby hill kid? He's driving me nuts with his stupid unsolicited questions. I really have no patience for idiots. Stupid people I can understand. Idiots.. no.
Columbia Memorial
Texas Tech is holding a memorial for the seven lost Saturday in the Columbia disaster at 4pm.
This is the picture I see everyday when I walk into the ME building. It's sad to know that I never had a chance to meet him. I only hope to do something as awesome with my life as he did.
Texas Tech is holding a memorial for the seven lost Saturday in the Columbia disaster at 4pm.
This is the picture I see everyday when I walk into the ME building. It's sad to know that I never had a chance to meet him. I only hope to do something as awesome with my life as he did.
