Crawling to the finish line
Oh, hell, just a couple more weeks left in this term. Stats will finish satisfactorally, as will Case Conference, but Assessment will be hell on wheels. I have to give a full battery of psych tests by Monday, score them, and write a report on the findings. What's more--I don't have a *test subject*! I'm in hell.
Good news--the house is almost all put together, finally! Can't tell you how happy that makes me. We've been living out of boxes, in one room, in plaster dust for TWO YEARS. I'm finding things I forgot we had, and I'm realizing how much of it needs to go to Goodwill. Beyond that, I've outgrown many clothes and now have a drawer of cute, size eight and ten clothes; I'd be thrilled to even be a twelve again. I'm too big for my own comfort.
Another bit of good news--my first testing report has been received well by my prof. He says my writing style is good and that I just need to switch a few paragraphs so it follows a different organizational pattern and it will be great. That's a relief as I was sweating when I turned it in.
Still no baby, but still working on it.
It's a rainy day and what I would like to do is chill at home in front of the heater, in bed, with hot cocoa or tea, my cats and watch silly movies. In fact, maybe that is what I will do after class is done. Or read my assignments in a leisurely fashion. I have a few clients tomorrow and I am psyched to meet the new ones I'm about to get. Should be good.
Dunno if I wrote about it before, but I am the proud owner of an electric scooter that--wait I did tell you about this. I remember feeling foolish about the peach. Well, now that it is rainy, I wear knee and shin guards, rain pants (not a nice look, I assure you), my riding jacket w/ the internal armor, and a full-face helmet designed to absorb 5Gs of shock to the head. So, I look like a road warrior on a peach Vespa. The word "asshole" comes to mind, but I won't be a road rashed fool anytime soon. Go me!
Good news--the house is almost all put together, finally! Can't tell you how happy that makes me. We've been living out of boxes, in one room, in plaster dust for TWO YEARS. I'm finding things I forgot we had, and I'm realizing how much of it needs to go to Goodwill. Beyond that, I've outgrown many clothes and now have a drawer of cute, size eight and ten clothes; I'd be thrilled to even be a twelve again. I'm too big for my own comfort.
Another bit of good news--my first testing report has been received well by my prof. He says my writing style is good and that I just need to switch a few paragraphs so it follows a different organizational pattern and it will be great. That's a relief as I was sweating when I turned it in.
Still no baby, but still working on it.
It's a rainy day and what I would like to do is chill at home in front of the heater, in bed, with hot cocoa or tea, my cats and watch silly movies. In fact, maybe that is what I will do after class is done. Or read my assignments in a leisurely fashion. I have a few clients tomorrow and I am psyched to meet the new ones I'm about to get. Should be good.
Dunno if I wrote about it before, but I am the proud owner of an electric scooter that--wait I did tell you about this. I remember feeling foolish about the peach. Well, now that it is rainy, I wear knee and shin guards, rain pants (not a nice look, I assure you), my riding jacket w/ the internal armor, and a full-face helmet designed to absorb 5Gs of shock to the head. So, I look like a road warrior on a peach Vespa. The word "asshole" comes to mind, but I won't be a road rashed fool anytime soon. Go me!