today's day.
today.
after waking up and strolling upstairs for some tea, matty decides he likes me better then the baby sitter, and pulls on my pajamas "up, up" he says, lifting his arms towards my face.
i end up carrying him around with me during my breakfast return and leave himt o start my day.
the usual.
work out.
sing along, work out.
shower, scrub it off, shower.
dress, leslie comes.
brueggers, school.
psych went well, the proff actually stayed on a topic for more then three minutes.
english - awsome. as usual. despite me not doing the reading i had plenty to contribute to class.
break.
unhealthy food for lunch (didn;t feel like anything)
kitkat, mixed nuts, fruit mentos, mint gel drops.
library, study scribble, study read.
chris, ringidy ring ring.
night class.
and here is when it all went sour.
i handed in my take home test, which i was unclear on most of it, as to how it should be done.
got back my collage, 40 outta 50 - ew.
got basck my paper. 75 outa 100.
seventy fucking five.
in my book, that is failing.
i don;t understand how he could give me a 75, when i followed his instructions, but with much more creativity then his basic outline allowed for. he even said in class an appropriate thesis was for example
(get ready all you high school graduates, this is good)
"the purpose of this paper is to use the ideas of semiotic, such as blah blah and blah, to depict an advertisement of my choice."
THAT is not a thesis. THAT is exactly what i have been told since day one of writing is the WORST way to ever start a paper.
then we took notes on message production.
and on that note....i hate him.
i was informed decent notes followed an outline, such as...
I
A
1
a
b
c
2
a
b
B
and so on.
but no.
i think he found amusement in just puttin up random thoughts that slightly pertained to the point of today's lecture, meanwhile constantly interuptiong himself to promote his personal beliefs on our countries politics and environmental issues.
thank you for the in depth lesson on VISUAL COMMUNICATIONS.
breath in
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,
breath out
then i read courntey's update and was so amazed at how repulsive and corrupt our government is, i got sick to my stomach.
and i'm done.
in better news...i got myself some nice shirts, for my new position at WOOOOOOORK!!!! although, i rather have short sleeved, so i think i'll keep the ones i bought to wear under sweaters and such (they fit so nice and snug) and get more others for workidy work work.
after waking up and strolling upstairs for some tea, matty decides he likes me better then the baby sitter, and pulls on my pajamas "up, up" he says, lifting his arms towards my face.
i end up carrying him around with me during my breakfast return and leave himt o start my day.
the usual.
work out.
sing along, work out.
shower, scrub it off, shower.
dress, leslie comes.
brueggers, school.
psych went well, the proff actually stayed on a topic for more then three minutes.
english - awsome. as usual. despite me not doing the reading i had plenty to contribute to class.
break.
unhealthy food for lunch (didn;t feel like anything)
kitkat, mixed nuts, fruit mentos, mint gel drops.
library, study scribble, study read.
chris, ringidy ring ring.
night class.
and here is when it all went sour.
i handed in my take home test, which i was unclear on most of it, as to how it should be done.
got back my collage, 40 outta 50 - ew.
got basck my paper. 75 outa 100.
seventy fucking five.
in my book, that is failing.
i don;t understand how he could give me a 75, when i followed his instructions, but with much more creativity then his basic outline allowed for. he even said in class an appropriate thesis was for example
(get ready all you high school graduates, this is good)
"the purpose of this paper is to use the ideas of semiotic, such as blah blah and blah, to depict an advertisement of my choice."
THAT is not a thesis. THAT is exactly what i have been told since day one of writing is the WORST way to ever start a paper.
then we took notes on message production.
and on that note....i hate him.
i was informed decent notes followed an outline, such as...
I
A
1
a
b
c
2
a
b
B
and so on.
but no.
i think he found amusement in just puttin up random thoughts that slightly pertained to the point of today's lecture, meanwhile constantly interuptiong himself to promote his personal beliefs on our countries politics and environmental issues.
thank you for the in depth lesson on VISUAL COMMUNICATIONS.
breath in
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,
breath out
then i read courntey's update and was so amazed at how repulsive and corrupt our government is, i got sick to my stomach.
and i'm done.
in better news...i got myself some nice shirts, for my new position at WOOOOOOORK!!!! although, i rather have short sleeved, so i think i'll keep the ones i bought to wear under sweaters and such (they fit so nice and snug) and get more others for workidy work work.