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Bah...
Every time that I read Amanda's Blog... I become unmotivated to write in my own. No offense Amanda, I enjoy your musings. I feel like my problems and accolades are meaningless now. I graduated high school, graduated college, got a job, have a girlfriend I've been with for three years.
The only frustrations that I have are "actual real life problems" (Post college living on ones own type), problems that I feel are shared by everyone round the world... well maybe not world, but at least as far out of school as I am. For instance, I cannot comprehend the fact that I get full health care coverage from my boss... but cannot afford a place of my own without a room mate. Doesn't that like cancel out health care? Sure I'm going to live like a hobo, but at least I'll be a healthy one, right? -- where's my cardboard box...
along the same line of payscale... here in the capital district, gas is about $4.19-$4.22/gallon
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My father and his friend Dave apparently think that they need to revisit their past time of photography by taking classes in photoshop at my Alma Mater, Mohawk Valley Community College. Unfortunately for myself and Morgan as well, we attended a institute of higher education than MVCC can provide. RIT. The unfortunate part for us, is that our majors were photography related.
My wealth of knowledge as well as Morgans has far exceeded anything that they will be taught in this class at MVCC. The two of us have become tutors for this semester while my father and Dave oogle at our photoshop skills, things that I learned easily in the first week of my time at RIT I'm now teaching for a semesters worth of material.
I'm wondering how anything ever got invented... two engineers that can't remember anything, they take horrible notes, most disorganized thing I've ever seen, even if you managed to find anything in their notes that was worthy of solving the problem at hand, you wouldn't know it because most of the time it's illegible. Engineers. No wonder cars aren't running at 100mpg.
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Speaking of my parents, they gave me the full go ahead to take graduate classes... they'd give me the money, or at least help out. Problem is, having a masters degree, I don't know what I'd do with it. I'd love to be a manager of a company or something, delegate rather than grunt along. I think I'd really like to teach though... possibly be an art teacher. I really like a lot of mediums and I think I've mentioned that I'd like to try airbrushing. Ideally I'd like to set up my own air brushing business. But that seems to be a far off goal...
I don't know, I'll keep you updated as I become aware.
Every time that I read Amanda's Blog... I become unmotivated to write in my own. No offense Amanda, I enjoy your musings. I feel like my problems and accolades are meaningless now. I graduated high school, graduated college, got a job, have a girlfriend I've been with for three years.
The only frustrations that I have are "actual real life problems" (Post college living on ones own type), problems that I feel are shared by everyone round the world... well maybe not world, but at least as far out of school as I am. For instance, I cannot comprehend the fact that I get full health care coverage from my boss... but cannot afford a place of my own without a room mate. Doesn't that like cancel out health care? Sure I'm going to live like a hobo, but at least I'll be a healthy one, right? -- where's my cardboard box...
along the same line of payscale... here in the capital district, gas is about $4.19-$4.22/gallon
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My father and his friend Dave apparently think that they need to revisit their past time of photography by taking classes in photoshop at my Alma Mater, Mohawk Valley Community College. Unfortunately for myself and Morgan as well, we attended a institute of higher education than MVCC can provide. RIT. The unfortunate part for us, is that our majors were photography related.
My wealth of knowledge as well as Morgans has far exceeded anything that they will be taught in this class at MVCC. The two of us have become tutors for this semester while my father and Dave oogle at our photoshop skills, things that I learned easily in the first week of my time at RIT I'm now teaching for a semesters worth of material.
I'm wondering how anything ever got invented... two engineers that can't remember anything, they take horrible notes, most disorganized thing I've ever seen, even if you managed to find anything in their notes that was worthy of solving the problem at hand, you wouldn't know it because most of the time it's illegible. Engineers. No wonder cars aren't running at 100mpg.
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Speaking of my parents, they gave me the full go ahead to take graduate classes... they'd give me the money, or at least help out. Problem is, having a masters degree, I don't know what I'd do with it. I'd love to be a manager of a company or something, delegate rather than grunt along. I think I'd really like to teach though... possibly be an art teacher. I really like a lot of mediums and I think I've mentioned that I'd like to try airbrushing. Ideally I'd like to set up my own air brushing business. But that seems to be a far off goal...
I don't know, I'll keep you updated as I become aware.