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I love when the moment I have to walk from class back to my car in the distant parking lot, the heavens open up and pour the floodwaters down on my head. Bastard weather. O.<
Advancing in ATITD... have 5 of the 7 speed points I need to pass the Test of the Singing Cicada, and I'm moving along nicely in gathering supplies to build my obelisk. Once JosS and I pass cicada, I build my oby and he finishes the Test of Towers, we'll both be Students of Three... hooray! Like any of you reading this have a friggin clue what this means... just nod and smile and pat my head, and say soothingly "yeeeeees SimAnon." :-D
WHY the hell am I so rash? I take something or a couple things that bother me, and sit and stew over them instead of talking about them with the person, like ohhh I dunno, getting all the necessary info before I make up my mind how to feel about it? In doing so I work myself into a shitty mood, I end up despising the person to various degrees, and when I finally do talk to them again I blow up at them which makes me look semipsycho (I'm not, honest!). Of course once things get explained and a long conversation hammers out the details, I'm an easy forgiver and feel at peace, things being smoothed over, but STILL... geez. I was absent the day we were all taught how to talk things over... communicate... and not withdraw into my own little bitter mind the second something questionable happens. Really, really, really need to work on that. Bad Simmie!
Of course, there ARE exceptions to the rule, and in the past a couple times I have been completely right to blow up at the person and not forgive. Some people HAVE had it coming to them. But.... not always ;-)
School: lemme 'splain...........
....no, ees too much, lemme sum up. 3 of my 4 classes look to be incredibly boring, but I suppose I'll survive them. Actually 3 of 5, but one doesn't start till next weekend. A full tank of gas (now $40ish) seems to last me 3 days to and from school. All my old scrubs had worn out by the time I quit working so I now have a new black pair that looks spifty with my new black n pink sneakers. By the end of the semester I should be a pro at taking and developing xrays, restraining animals, setting up IVs and catheters, drawing blood, running a huge battery of blood tests, setting up and managing an office, and more! Look out world, here comes SimAnon, and she has a microhematocrit centrifuge and a 3cc syringe waiting for you!! But... will it be enough? I think my desire to know more about vet medicine may well outlive this year of schooling, necessitating MORE schooling.... sigh.
Advancing in ATITD... have 5 of the 7 speed points I need to pass the Test of the Singing Cicada, and I'm moving along nicely in gathering supplies to build my obelisk. Once JosS and I pass cicada, I build my oby and he finishes the Test of Towers, we'll both be Students of Three... hooray! Like any of you reading this have a friggin clue what this means... just nod and smile and pat my head, and say soothingly "yeeeeees SimAnon." :-D
WHY the hell am I so rash? I take something or a couple things that bother me, and sit and stew over them instead of talking about them with the person, like ohhh I dunno, getting all the necessary info before I make up my mind how to feel about it? In doing so I work myself into a shitty mood, I end up despising the person to various degrees, and when I finally do talk to them again I blow up at them which makes me look semipsycho (I'm not, honest!). Of course once things get explained and a long conversation hammers out the details, I'm an easy forgiver and feel at peace, things being smoothed over, but STILL... geez. I was absent the day we were all taught how to talk things over... communicate... and not withdraw into my own little bitter mind the second something questionable happens. Really, really, really need to work on that. Bad Simmie!
Of course, there ARE exceptions to the rule, and in the past a couple times I have been completely right to blow up at the person and not forgive. Some people HAVE had it coming to them. But.... not always ;-)
School: lemme 'splain...........
....no, ees too much, lemme sum up. 3 of my 4 classes look to be incredibly boring, but I suppose I'll survive them. Actually 3 of 5, but one doesn't start till next weekend. A full tank of gas (now $40ish) seems to last me 3 days to and from school. All my old scrubs had worn out by the time I quit working so I now have a new black pair that looks spifty with my new black n pink sneakers. By the end of the semester I should be a pro at taking and developing xrays, restraining animals, setting up IVs and catheters, drawing blood, running a huge battery of blood tests, setting up and managing an office, and more! Look out world, here comes SimAnon, and she has a microhematocrit centrifuge and a 3cc syringe waiting for you!! But... will it be enough? I think my desire to know more about vet medicine may well outlive this year of schooling, necessitating MORE schooling.... sigh.