Take This Sinking Boat And Point It Home
Is it just me, or is this semester the hardest yet? Tam, Sana, Beckie, Roni and I have all reached this conclusion, hands down. Man this term is mean, and it’s only the 6th week, we haven’t even hit mid-terms yet. Man oh man… I just feel like I'm slowly sinking. I ditched my first 2 classes today to make up work. Out of the 5 hours worth of class I should’ve had today, I went to 43 minutes worth… (with all fairness I did spend an hour out shooting photos, so its kind of like an hour 43… right? Or not…)
It was great seeing Mary this past weekend. I miss that girl like crazy. With any luck we’ll get to log some quality time together before she goes to Disney.
After being lectured by Kathy at the meeting this past Sunday I find myself very defiant towards her and what she has to say. I'm not willing to sacrifice myself and my sanity for this trip as much as Stacie and whoever apparently. So be it. That's their choice to do all they have. I'm barely getting by as it is in life; I'm sorry, I can't give anymore or there will be nothing left of me.
I officially have a character in the D&D game! I’ve reached a new pinnacle of lame/nerd/loser. On a different yet similar note, Wic got me sick. Last time I sit next to sickly people. That was against my better judgment.
I’m really looking forward to the Future Teacher’s conference this Saturday. With any luck it will be the exact thing I need to get excited for teaching again as well as set my mind at ease about putting in serious hours in the classroom next semester.
Next week I find out about that scholarship! Woo! I really hope I get it just because I’ve built it up in my mind so much and, not gonna lie, I’ll be kind of disappointed if I don’t get it; namely because I always fall a little short of first when it comes to stuff like this (ie: 3rd place in art swap & not placing in juried art show etc.)
I’m having that undeniable need to cut my hair again, but I’m thinking I’ll let it grow until Australia… by then 10 inches will be about shoulder length… Donate my hair once every 4 years… if I had a dollar for every time I’ve shut it in a car door this winter… now I just have to convince myself to only get it trimmed this weekend…
Alright, well my BritLit is taunting me from the bed. I must go read. I wish I knew what was going on in this play. I really don’t like Thomas Dekker’s writing style :-(. Actually, I really don’t like reading plays in general, but especially his. Much rather see them or at least hear them. Ah well. Guess I better learn to love it.
Later,
Adgie
It was great seeing Mary this past weekend. I miss that girl like crazy. With any luck we’ll get to log some quality time together before she goes to Disney.
After being lectured by Kathy at the meeting this past Sunday I find myself very defiant towards her and what she has to say. I'm not willing to sacrifice myself and my sanity for this trip as much as Stacie and whoever apparently. So be it. That's their choice to do all they have. I'm barely getting by as it is in life; I'm sorry, I can't give anymore or there will be nothing left of me.
I officially have a character in the D&D game! I’ve reached a new pinnacle of lame/nerd/loser. On a different yet similar note, Wic got me sick. Last time I sit next to sickly people. That was against my better judgment.
I’m really looking forward to the Future Teacher’s conference this Saturday. With any luck it will be the exact thing I need to get excited for teaching again as well as set my mind at ease about putting in serious hours in the classroom next semester.
Next week I find out about that scholarship! Woo! I really hope I get it just because I’ve built it up in my mind so much and, not gonna lie, I’ll be kind of disappointed if I don’t get it; namely because I always fall a little short of first when it comes to stuff like this (ie: 3rd place in art swap & not placing in juried art show etc.)
I’m having that undeniable need to cut my hair again, but I’m thinking I’ll let it grow until Australia… by then 10 inches will be about shoulder length… Donate my hair once every 4 years… if I had a dollar for every time I’ve shut it in a car door this winter… now I just have to convince myself to only get it trimmed this weekend…
Alright, well my BritLit is taunting me from the bed. I must go read. I wish I knew what was going on in this play. I really don’t like Thomas Dekker’s writing style :-(. Actually, I really don’t like reading plays in general, but especially his. Much rather see them or at least hear them. Ah well. Guess I better learn to love it.
Later,
Adgie