holidays winding down
two weeks and we're back at uni. i had a minor freak out that i'd forgotten how to write an essay or study or anything, but then realised i was already catching up on pluralism and exclusivism in my spare time, so i guess i've been doing it all along.
i had a nightmare that i was studying australian history though. we got the unit outline and for the major essay we had an option of 15 or so questions. i remember the first one was about women post ww2 in australia and all i could think was 'OMG WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS I HATE AUSTRALIAN HISTORY'. i mean come on, how many times did we have to answer those questions in high school? i was so stressed that i was stuck with this dumb unit all semester that i woke up. then i remembered oh yeah, i'm not doing australian history, i'm doing archaeology.
really i probably like them about the same. still, i'd take archaeology over anything australian any day. dodged that one.
it's still coming as a surprise to me that in the end i've gotten a minor in ancient history (the near east lol). i guess all those myth and bible classes have paid off. i'm sad that i couldn't find any time or 300 level units i like for english though. considering i took it for four (? maybe three) years, it feels like a chapter i've left unfinished.
it's funny how the things you tend to worry about the most generally come true. spiritualists will say it's because your thoughts have already generated the outcome - manifestation and all that. but i guess i think it's just knowing the strong possibilities of certain outcomes from what you're doing.
snowy went in for surgery on monday and had to stay over night. we got her back last night and she seems okay. her stitches look like she's going to have a pretty mean pirate scar on her knee. apparently it's pretty common for border collies to pull or even tear (which she did) the ligament in their knees. they turn too fast when they run and i've seen her do that a billion times. the vet went in pretty deep because we live on a property now, so it's likely she'll be running about and be in a situation where it could come undone again.
i'm just glad she's back. she's the funniest looking thing with a giant plastic cone over her head and one shaved back leg, but i feel bad laughing. she must be in a fair amount of pain. she has loved all the hugs and pats and brushes i've given her pretty much all day. i think most of all she loves being inside the house. at ten yrs old i guess she's entering her golden years. it's really sad to be counting how many years she and the cats have left. i guess when they're young it feels like they'll live forever, but i know it doesn't work like that. i still miss soxy sometimes, but she only warmed up to me and my brothers after thomas was born. snowy has always approached everyone - family, friends and strangers lets face it, with so much love and trust. she just wants everyone to play with her and pat her. she loves a good pat. i'm so glad she's okay.
i had a nightmare that i was studying australian history though. we got the unit outline and for the major essay we had an option of 15 or so questions. i remember the first one was about women post ww2 in australia and all i could think was 'OMG WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS I HATE AUSTRALIAN HISTORY'. i mean come on, how many times did we have to answer those questions in high school? i was so stressed that i was stuck with this dumb unit all semester that i woke up. then i remembered oh yeah, i'm not doing australian history, i'm doing archaeology.
really i probably like them about the same. still, i'd take archaeology over anything australian any day. dodged that one.
it's still coming as a surprise to me that in the end i've gotten a minor in ancient history (the near east lol). i guess all those myth and bible classes have paid off. i'm sad that i couldn't find any time or 300 level units i like for english though. considering i took it for four (? maybe three) years, it feels like a chapter i've left unfinished.
it's funny how the things you tend to worry about the most generally come true. spiritualists will say it's because your thoughts have already generated the outcome - manifestation and all that. but i guess i think it's just knowing the strong possibilities of certain outcomes from what you're doing.
snowy went in for surgery on monday and had to stay over night. we got her back last night and she seems okay. her stitches look like she's going to have a pretty mean pirate scar on her knee. apparently it's pretty common for border collies to pull or even tear (which she did) the ligament in their knees. they turn too fast when they run and i've seen her do that a billion times. the vet went in pretty deep because we live on a property now, so it's likely she'll be running about and be in a situation where it could come undone again.
i'm just glad she's back. she's the funniest looking thing with a giant plastic cone over her head and one shaved back leg, but i feel bad laughing. she must be in a fair amount of pain. she has loved all the hugs and pats and brushes i've given her pretty much all day. i think most of all she loves being inside the house. at ten yrs old i guess she's entering her golden years. it's really sad to be counting how many years she and the cats have left. i guess when they're young it feels like they'll live forever, but i know it doesn't work like that. i still miss soxy sometimes, but she only warmed up to me and my brothers after thomas was born. snowy has always approached everyone - family, friends and strangers lets face it, with so much love and trust. she just wants everyone to play with her and pat her. she loves a good pat. i'm so glad she's okay.