i is pooped!
Ckatten fatigue: I was up half the darn night waiting on Artemis the Ckatten to come in after she escaped during one of Cobie's forays into the night. This in spite of me using a broom to try to keep her back. No dice. Like those obnoxious girls in the Fried Green Tomatoes film, she is younger and faster, and my superior insurance is not really an advantage in this situation.
I used the time to fix the fact that my e-book managing software, Calibre, had stopped working with my new Nook HD. I say "fix," but actually I have no idea what I did that worked. It randomly stopped working, and may have randomly begun again. Windows had recently updated, and I suspected that might be the problem, but since Windows remains updated and the things now work, who knows? I sideloaded a LOT of books though, in case I have two days worth of trouble again the next time I want to add books.
Weather: It has snowed and snowed and snowed (and rained) and snowed again. The local governments, having failed to save any of the salt unused after either of the last two nearly non-existent winters, are already threatening to run out of road salt. And it's not even winter.
Things my mom says: After my (allegedly final) round of grades came in last spring, I learned I would be graduating with a 3.6-ish GPA. When I shared this with Mr Moth, he said, and I'm paraphrasing, I'm kind of surprised you did so well. This hurt my feelings. A lot. I mean, he is not in the habit of going around saying hurtful things, but he occasionally says thoughtless things--although really, who doesn't--and this was a dilly. I promptly called my mommy and told her all about it. Weeks later when I received my diploma she sent me a card, and inside it she had written, "I was not surprised."
Then, more recently, when we were discussing how, even though this term is nowhere near as crazy as last term (portfolio review, holy crap!) I still struggled ridiculously hard this term. Partly, I said, because my class schedule was so broken up so that I lost big chunks of time almost every day, and partly because the programming course was so freaking hard it took hours out of every day (which I couldn't do during all that trapped-at-school time because it was an e-course and their wi-fi was down most of the semester) and also because I was so stressed about what eventually exploded into the empty-nest drama bomb. Even though I, for the first time ever, dropped a course, I still felt like I was drowning.
I keep telling myself, I said, That I already graduated. I did what I set out to do. And it's not that this course doesn't matter. It does. I really want to do this, even more than I wanted to do Graphic Design. But I don't have to get As all the damn time. It's probably not even possible. My brain just isn't fast anymore.
Well, she said. I always thought you did really well making it through school as fast as you did and graduating in two years. Especially when you consider that you were simultaneously running an animal shelter and a mental ward.
Kapow. Yeah, I did kinda sorta do that, didn't I?
And I really don't have to do that trick again. So I'm planning one more full-time semester to get my prerequisites in a row, and then I'm done with that stuff. Part time or bust. Because back to the first item above: I'm pooped.
I used the time to fix the fact that my e-book managing software, Calibre, had stopped working with my new Nook HD. I say "fix," but actually I have no idea what I did that worked. It randomly stopped working, and may have randomly begun again. Windows had recently updated, and I suspected that might be the problem, but since Windows remains updated and the things now work, who knows? I sideloaded a LOT of books though, in case I have two days worth of trouble again the next time I want to add books.
Weather: It has snowed and snowed and snowed (and rained) and snowed again. The local governments, having failed to save any of the salt unused after either of the last two nearly non-existent winters, are already threatening to run out of road salt. And it's not even winter.
Things my mom says: After my (allegedly final) round of grades came in last spring, I learned I would be graduating with a 3.6-ish GPA. When I shared this with Mr Moth, he said, and I'm paraphrasing, I'm kind of surprised you did so well. This hurt my feelings. A lot. I mean, he is not in the habit of going around saying hurtful things, but he occasionally says thoughtless things--although really, who doesn't--and this was a dilly. I promptly called my mommy and told her all about it. Weeks later when I received my diploma she sent me a card, and inside it she had written, "I was not surprised."
Then, more recently, when we were discussing how, even though this term is nowhere near as crazy as last term (portfolio review, holy crap!) I still struggled ridiculously hard this term. Partly, I said, because my class schedule was so broken up so that I lost big chunks of time almost every day, and partly because the programming course was so freaking hard it took hours out of every day (which I couldn't do during all that trapped-at-school time because it was an e-course and their wi-fi was down most of the semester) and also because I was so stressed about what eventually exploded into the empty-nest drama bomb. Even though I, for the first time ever, dropped a course, I still felt like I was drowning.
I keep telling myself, I said, That I already graduated. I did what I set out to do. And it's not that this course doesn't matter. It does. I really want to do this, even more than I wanted to do Graphic Design. But I don't have to get As all the damn time. It's probably not even possible. My brain just isn't fast anymore.
Well, she said. I always thought you did really well making it through school as fast as you did and graduating in two years. Especially when you consider that you were simultaneously running an animal shelter and a mental ward.
Kapow. Yeah, I did kinda sorta do that, didn't I?
And I really don't have to do that trick again. So I'm planning one more full-time semester to get my prerequisites in a row, and then I'm done with that stuff. Part time or bust. Because back to the first item above: I'm pooped.