I'm posting twice!
Or I will be, if I hopefully remember.
Life has been pretty good so far. I'm graduating, FINALLY. I'm not done with school, but what a hurdle to cross. I still have to get my credentials, but first I have to get into the program. A story for another date I'm afraid. (I'm sure I'm going to have to deal with this all summer.)
My capstone work is coming along. In fact I'm in the lab right now because I was working on the spreadsheets for my results. So far my teacher has read what I've wrote and has really liked it. She likes the whole idea, and she read a first and very rough draft of my methodology and my literature review and made very few changes. So I don't feel like a complete failure anymore. I swear for a while there I felt like I was never going to be done, that if I did finish I would do a mediocre job.
((This version of Firefox in the lab has a spell checker, so my entry will be uncharacteristically spelled well. I can't let those red lines go.))
Also good news:
First off, I got distinction in my department for having a GPA close to 3.50 (I think it's 3.4 or something). So I'll probably get something cool to wear with my cap and gown.
Second off, I got a prize in the mail at work today. Last week our District Manager had called and quizzed me about ages for purchasing cigarettes-- stuff along the lines of "If I showed you an ID that had the birth date of September 1st, 1989 can I buy cigarettes?" I'm not good with dates, but I managed to pass with flying colors. She sent me a cute card, hand written on the inside to thank me for all I do around there and to say she was impressed that I not only answered the questions, but did it without hesitation. Inside the card was a $10 bill. Not only that, but she sent me Majorica pearl earrings (which aren't really pearl, but are ceramic hand dipped and still very expensive and exquisite.)
So that's it pretty much. The year is winding down. The last decision I have to make is whether I'm going to present my Capstone project in our Capstone Festival. I kinda want to, but I don't know. It's nerve wracking.
Life has been pretty good so far. I'm graduating, FINALLY. I'm not done with school, but what a hurdle to cross. I still have to get my credentials, but first I have to get into the program. A story for another date I'm afraid. (I'm sure I'm going to have to deal with this all summer.)
My capstone work is coming along. In fact I'm in the lab right now because I was working on the spreadsheets for my results. So far my teacher has read what I've wrote and has really liked it. She likes the whole idea, and she read a first and very rough draft of my methodology and my literature review and made very few changes. So I don't feel like a complete failure anymore. I swear for a while there I felt like I was never going to be done, that if I did finish I would do a mediocre job.
((This version of Firefox in the lab has a spell checker, so my entry will be uncharacteristically spelled well. I can't let those red lines go.))
Also good news:
First off, I got distinction in my department for having a GPA close to 3.50 (I think it's 3.4 or something). So I'll probably get something cool to wear with my cap and gown.
Second off, I got a prize in the mail at work today. Last week our District Manager had called and quizzed me about ages for purchasing cigarettes-- stuff along the lines of "If I showed you an ID that had the birth date of September 1st, 1989 can I buy cigarettes?" I'm not good with dates, but I managed to pass with flying colors. She sent me a cute card, hand written on the inside to thank me for all I do around there and to say she was impressed that I not only answered the questions, but did it without hesitation. Inside the card was a $10 bill. Not only that, but she sent me Majorica pearl earrings (which aren't really pearl, but are ceramic hand dipped and still very expensive and exquisite.)
So that's it pretty much. The year is winding down. The last decision I have to make is whether I'm going to present my Capstone project in our Capstone Festival. I kinda want to, but I don't know. It's nerve wracking.