ADRENALINE
I had a very interesting drive home today.
I'm so lucky to be home right now! A wave of winter weather hit the Midwestern U.S. It caused two of my three clients to cancel. It was nice because I had time to catch up on homework and stuff. That was unexpected and nice. The snow started at 2:00, falling heavily and steadily.
Class let out an hour early at 6:00! My teacher taught stuff I use in therapy every day so it was a great class, and she's nice to let us out. She always says the funniest sentences. Tonight she was talking about inventing novel utterances and how Skinner and Pavlov's reinforcement, punishment, and reward doesn't fully explain language acquisition and use. She could come up with a random utterance like, "The sparkly unicorns ate play-doh." Such an utterance was never produced before by her before, much less rewarded or punished or whatever -- and Skinner says that all behavior has a stimulus, behavior, and consequence or else it doesn't exist. Not discrediting Skinner, but he doesn't explain language acquisition completely. ANYWAY.
The walk back to the parking lot is downhill, which was difficult to walk down. I was wearing my slipper-sneakers that are flat-soled and open on the top.
Then, I couldn't find my car. I remembered too late that I'd parked in another lot. This happens to me at least three times a semester (See how I play if off like I'm a victim of unfortunate circumstance and that it's not my fault)
So off I go, padding along to the other lot. There was snow piling on my shoulders and in my purse and in my hood. I got quite wet, which was sad because my ipod Tom got wet and wouldn't turn on. (Right now he be chillin in a ziploc with some rice and prayers)
I finally got to my car with wet pant, socks, and shoes. I wiped my car off three times because by the time I made my way around the car, snow piled up on what I'd already wiped off. -_- But the heater finally warmed up the glass in the windows enough that snowflakes melted upon landing~
THEN the drive home, holy shit. I said "fuck" more times than I say "fuck" in an entire year. I passed two wrecks and five people in the ditch/off the road. The highway's speed limit is 65 mph... it was only safe at 35-45 mph tonight. Visibility was poor too, with such heavy snowfall. I considered taking an early exit to go sleep in a hotel, but I really wanted to get home. Semi trucks hurtled past on the highway and terrified me, passing me in my tiny Ford Focus.
Then lols, I get around home. I live in the country with cornfields and soybean fields. The roads were just snow, virgin snow undriven upon. I finally felt ok enough to turn on the radio, that my concentration could handle it and I was close enough to home anyway. Hubris is the downfall of all man. Anyway, it was Usher ("More," the remix) was blasting out of the radio as I turned onto the road that's one road away from the road my house is on. (the last time I crashed my car, "Geisterfahrer" was playing btw)
I took the curve too fast at a three way intersection. My rationale was that I didn't want to go too slow because I'd get stuck (like I did at an earlier intersection). I went too fast though! Wheee I went into the ditch, ramping up and over the other side and into a plowed cornfield. The car kept moving and so I drove and it worked. I was in a snowy and plowed cornfield. I made a wide circle back to the road and spotted a place where the ditch wasn't as deep, and through there I got back on the road.
I can't believe I made it almost all the way home to go in a ditch/cornfield down the street from my house, and managed to get out. I could have walked home if I had gotten stuck.
Then I got home and got hyper and wheeeeee. I hope classes are canceled tomorrow. I never want to drive again. :D
I'm so lucky to be home right now! A wave of winter weather hit the Midwestern U.S. It caused two of my three clients to cancel. It was nice because I had time to catch up on homework and stuff. That was unexpected and nice. The snow started at 2:00, falling heavily and steadily.
Class let out an hour early at 6:00! My teacher taught stuff I use in therapy every day so it was a great class, and she's nice to let us out. She always says the funniest sentences. Tonight she was talking about inventing novel utterances and how Skinner and Pavlov's reinforcement, punishment, and reward doesn't fully explain language acquisition and use. She could come up with a random utterance like, "The sparkly unicorns ate play-doh." Such an utterance was never produced before by her before, much less rewarded or punished or whatever -- and Skinner says that all behavior has a stimulus, behavior, and consequence or else it doesn't exist. Not discrediting Skinner, but he doesn't explain language acquisition completely. ANYWAY.
The walk back to the parking lot is downhill, which was difficult to walk down. I was wearing my slipper-sneakers that are flat-soled and open on the top.
Then, I couldn't find my car. I remembered too late that I'd parked in another lot. This happens to me at least three times a semester (See how I play if off like I'm a victim of unfortunate circumstance and that it's not my fault)
So off I go, padding along to the other lot. There was snow piling on my shoulders and in my purse and in my hood. I got quite wet, which was sad because my ipod Tom got wet and wouldn't turn on. (Right now he be chillin in a ziploc with some rice and prayers)
I finally got to my car with wet pant, socks, and shoes. I wiped my car off three times because by the time I made my way around the car, snow piled up on what I'd already wiped off. -_- But the heater finally warmed up the glass in the windows enough that snowflakes melted upon landing~
THEN the drive home, holy shit. I said "fuck" more times than I say "fuck" in an entire year. I passed two wrecks and five people in the ditch/off the road. The highway's speed limit is 65 mph... it was only safe at 35-45 mph tonight. Visibility was poor too, with such heavy snowfall. I considered taking an early exit to go sleep in a hotel, but I really wanted to get home. Semi trucks hurtled past on the highway and terrified me, passing me in my tiny Ford Focus.
Then lols, I get around home. I live in the country with cornfields and soybean fields. The roads were just snow, virgin snow undriven upon. I finally felt ok enough to turn on the radio, that my concentration could handle it and I was close enough to home anyway. Hubris is the downfall of all man. Anyway, it was Usher ("More," the remix) was blasting out of the radio as I turned onto the road that's one road away from the road my house is on. (the last time I crashed my car, "Geisterfahrer" was playing btw)
I took the curve too fast at a three way intersection. My rationale was that I didn't want to go too slow because I'd get stuck (like I did at an earlier intersection). I went too fast though! Wheee I went into the ditch, ramping up and over the other side and into a plowed cornfield. The car kept moving and so I drove and it worked. I was in a snowy and plowed cornfield. I made a wide circle back to the road and spotted a place where the ditch wasn't as deep, and through there I got back on the road.
I can't believe I made it almost all the way home to go in a ditch/cornfield down the street from my house, and managed to get out. I could have walked home if I had gotten stuck.
Then I got home and got hyper and wheeeeee. I hope classes are canceled tomorrow. I never want to drive again. :D