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School

Lectures and laboratories left to attend: 0
Final examinations left to destroy: 2
Schools' attempts to destroy me: 1 dillion
Per cent success of schools' destruction attempts: 0
Per cent chance of anything keeping me from getting this degree and finally living life as an adult: 0

The Boy

Last I reported on the Boy, he had started waving hello and ( Read more... )

As I wrap up my college degree (at the age of 26 with a 10-month-old son and five years of park rangerly experience), I need to complete a thematic map for my cartography class, and I'd appreciate any photographic help anybody could afford. Speaking of what anybody could afford, I know that giving anything away sucks, but neither college students, ( Read more... )

After looking back over the past year in her journal,
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The Boy has now lived nearly as long outside the womb as in it. The comparatively less exciting pregnancy seems the more fleeting of the two periods, casting doubt on the long-accepted "time flies while you're having fun" adage - I can safely say that pregnancy sucked, and I didn't even carry the baby! Already, the decade the Wife and I spent as a ( Read more... )

Once thought safely buried in my young-er adulthood, the treacherous terror of insomnia has clawed its way from the grave to torment me in this trying time. Surely, the university and the federal bureaucracy have conspired to resurrect this old foe in a last, desperate gasp to kill me or keep me stuck in almost-adulthood forever ... I don't know ( Read more... )

As I had not one, not two, but three tests assigned and a day of work on this holiest weekend of the year, I planned to take advantage of this morning's mildly low tide and take the Boy tidepooling in Trinidad.

We got off to a bit of a late start, and as Houda Point and Pewetole Island hadn't cut it in the crab department in recent months, I decided ( Read more... )

I should effectively complete my undergraduate studies by the end of this month, assuming I pass all my classes. But I don't feel like a young man about to graduate college. I just feel like a chump with more thankless shit to do than I can handle, and given my recent stonewalling in the job market, even less motivation than usual to do it. I don't ( Read more... )

In a thread started while catching up a friend who'd returned to LJ after an extended absence (for her), I realized and wrote the following:

The Boy = for joy! The School = for fools; a complete waste of time, given how much more I could have learned (and earned) had I just worked this semester instead.

Stupid self! Thanks to me realizing shit, I  ( Read more... )

Just as I decided to go to bed at about 1am, the Boy decided to wake up. The Wife tried to nurse him to sleep, and he remained awake. I rocked him and sang to him; I changed his nighttime diaper; I rocked and sang to him more; he went to fucking sleep! but wouldn't stay down! Two hours later, and he shows no signs of going down. I asked the Wife to ( Read more... )