And so
8:00 to 6:30, kinda... killer. I feel so unbelievably dead. Thankfully all my classes on Thursdays are ones I enjoy overall, so the day doesn't feel completely wasted. Still... *falls over* (The chairs in Macro were sooo comfortable, it was a monumental effort to keep my eyes open.)
Fitness training was not the nightmare I expected it to be. I'm more flexible than I initially thought although my lack of long jump skills make me blush. AND I CAN STILL DO THE EVIL EVIL KILL YOUR MUSCLES PLANK POSITION. Volleyball was good for something at least.
During our break together, Vann hijacked my daughter's DS and began playing a Japanese language game. And it had a rendition of 'whack-a-mole'. The image we made is as follows: me, studying Macro; my daughter, studying Western Civ (albeit briefly); and Vann, poking the shit out gophers with a stylus all in the name of kanji. xD
In Mythology we have to create a visual representation of our personal worldview (exploring worldviews is the basis for this humanities course). Now, my problem isn't figuring out what my values, beliefs, and practices are, oh no. It's condensing them into such simple components and making neat, comprehensive connections (eg: family, politics, background, gender, etc). I like to think I've a pretty integrated personality; I have a pretty good idea of how I function and why but trust me when I say the psychology gets complicated. Fast. This should be an interesting exercise.
And I think my Political Science class seriously scared the professor. Yesterday he gave us a quick quiz about political figures in France, the UK, Germany, and the US. None of us passed. xD The teacher then showed us his results table: +80%, good professor; +70%, good journalist; +60%, good citizen; 50% and less, good politician. I... kinda resent that actually (Tala really doesn't like politicians) and yet I can't help but be amused.
ETA: I nearly missed the bus this morning but I was lucky enough that the driver looked out the side window, stopped and waited, bless his soul. I knew it was going to happen one day, so while crossing in front to get to the door, I slipped in classic klutz fashion. I can just imagine the driver's view: this racing girl and 'whoops!', gone. This was my first fall of the winter and honestly, I'm surprised it only happened now. *recalls how last year she slipped three consecutive times walking to school one day*
Fitness training was not the nightmare I expected it to be. I'm more flexible than I initially thought although my lack of long jump skills make me blush. AND I CAN STILL DO THE EVIL EVIL KILL YOUR MUSCLES PLANK POSITION. Volleyball was good for something at least.
During our break together, Vann hijacked my daughter's DS and began playing a Japanese language game. And it had a rendition of 'whack-a-mole'. The image we made is as follows: me, studying Macro; my daughter, studying Western Civ (albeit briefly); and Vann, poking the shit out gophers with a stylus all in the name of kanji. xD
In Mythology we have to create a visual representation of our personal worldview (exploring worldviews is the basis for this humanities course). Now, my problem isn't figuring out what my values, beliefs, and practices are, oh no. It's condensing them into such simple components and making neat, comprehensive connections (eg: family, politics, background, gender, etc). I like to think I've a pretty integrated personality; I have a pretty good idea of how I function and why but trust me when I say the psychology gets complicated. Fast. This should be an interesting exercise.
And I think my Political Science class seriously scared the professor. Yesterday he gave us a quick quiz about political figures in France, the UK, Germany, and the US. None of us passed. xD The teacher then showed us his results table: +80%, good professor; +70%, good journalist; +60%, good citizen; 50% and less, good politician. I... kinda resent that actually (Tala really doesn't like politicians) and yet I can't help but be amused.
ETA: I nearly missed the bus this morning but I was lucky enough that the driver looked out the side window, stopped and waited, bless his soul. I knew it was going to happen one day, so while crossing in front to get to the door, I slipped in classic klutz fashion. I can just imagine the driver's view: this racing girl and 'whoops!', gone. This was my first fall of the winter and honestly, I'm surprised it only happened now. *recalls how last year she slipped three consecutive times walking to school one day*