MadMin
I hate school.
Which really has me grumpy right now, because while I graduate in April (Yay!) I begin the Master's program in May (Boo!). I'm burned out. Still, I feel that if I don't do it now, I'll never get back to it, and it's only 2 years of going part time. And I'll get to see my college friends more. And I'll still be on the ASU campus, which I love like a second home, as weird as that sounds. And Mrs. Cobbs, love her to death, will not be one of the teachers. I think I just talked myself out of a bad mood! =O
Except, of course, that my portfolio is due tomorrow, and it isn't done. I have NEVER had to do a "real" resume before--how pathetic is that?? Pretty much so. I'm finding it very difficult to brag about myself in a professional way. I don't even know where to begin. This is one of those times that I regret not taking schoolwork as seriously as I should have. In my Advanced Compostition class we turned in a resume, and I waited until the due date, then typed up something fast that would be good enough to get me credit. Why, Mindy, why?! I did find a helpful website that gives pointers. Pointer number one: Don't list hobbies! Or, do. Some employers like them, some refuse to grant interviews after seeing them. Good luck! Oy.
Not that it matters. I have no hobbies. I play video games. And I read. Which everyone does. That's like listing breathing as a hobby. Or watching movies. Who doesn't do that?? Gah, I'm boring! I've gotten old. It's a bitter day when this realization hits you.
I suppose it would be wise of me to get my butt outta this chair and get back to work on my portfolio now. WHY DIDN'T I WORK ON THIS ALL SEMESTER??? Procrastination sucks. I will never marry a procrastinator. Rat Boy was a procrastinator. No, actually, he didn't put things off, he just never did them, which I believe is called something else entirely. Stupidity? Jackassisity? Moronity? Loserity? Look at me, I'm so grumpy I've reverted to insulting Rat Boy, which is as low as I can get since it is so easy to do. It's lower level Mindy. (That would be a super-duper-high-tech teacher phrase--"lower level." A cookie to anyone who can figure out what it means. End angry sarcasm.)
Back to work.
Which really has me grumpy right now, because while I graduate in April (Yay!) I begin the Master's program in May (Boo!). I'm burned out. Still, I feel that if I don't do it now, I'll never get back to it, and it's only 2 years of going part time. And I'll get to see my college friends more. And I'll still be on the ASU campus, which I love like a second home, as weird as that sounds. And Mrs. Cobbs, love her to death, will not be one of the teachers. I think I just talked myself out of a bad mood! =O
Except, of course, that my portfolio is due tomorrow, and it isn't done. I have NEVER had to do a "real" resume before--how pathetic is that?? Pretty much so. I'm finding it very difficult to brag about myself in a professional way. I don't even know where to begin. This is one of those times that I regret not taking schoolwork as seriously as I should have. In my Advanced Compostition class we turned in a resume, and I waited until the due date, then typed up something fast that would be good enough to get me credit. Why, Mindy, why?! I did find a helpful website that gives pointers. Pointer number one: Don't list hobbies! Or, do. Some employers like them, some refuse to grant interviews after seeing them. Good luck! Oy.
Not that it matters. I have no hobbies. I play video games. And I read. Which everyone does. That's like listing breathing as a hobby. Or watching movies. Who doesn't do that?? Gah, I'm boring! I've gotten old. It's a bitter day when this realization hits you.
I suppose it would be wise of me to get my butt outta this chair and get back to work on my portfolio now. WHY DIDN'T I WORK ON THIS ALL SEMESTER??? Procrastination sucks. I will never marry a procrastinator. Rat Boy was a procrastinator. No, actually, he didn't put things off, he just never did them, which I believe is called something else entirely. Stupidity? Jackassisity? Moronity? Loserity? Look at me, I'm so grumpy I've reverted to insulting Rat Boy, which is as low as I can get since it is so easy to do. It's lower level Mindy. (That would be a super-duper-high-tech teacher phrase--"lower level." A cookie to anyone who can figure out what it means. End angry sarcasm.)
Back to work.