first and formost...
Isn't "first and foremost" a redundant statement to begin with? Perhaps! Well, after many long and drawn out talks about never becoming a user of this service, I have indeed given into the journal-side. I know it’s common to write the reason why one would never give in, but that only brings me to some ironic state of mind which creates a world of hypocrisy I rather not think about. ("boo fucking who!" I know!) So let’s just say a brother is weak when the power of l.j. makes it so easy to keep in close contact with friends.
So it begins……..
Today…boy oh boy….started out with a nice morning call by those whom we call “proficient terrain sculptors” (i.e. noise at my window!) Oh well, I guess it was ok because I had to get up for another fun filled day of midi and math (but next time their ass is grass). So the math you say? College algebra? Indeed! I took different math in community college so I’m making up for it now…not to say that Liberal Equations I and II were easier by any means …just haven’t played with math in over a year…gosh I hate admitting that… math is good for everyone. So any how, I go to school with no breakfast as usual and begin the mental state that I always take before any big test; especially math (concentrate, think of the formulas, remember word problems are easy if you just calm down). Well, 10 minutes later the test starts, and what do we know? I start out fine but towards the end start falling like a flaming kamikaze ready to become torched and twisted pieces of metal. That’s right, I just blew up at myself and started to freak out because time was passing me by and I was reading the same damn question like forty zillion times. So before I know it, the teacher, who is just great by the way (seriously), calls out: “one minute left guys.” Ok, so I begin to soil my underpants like a three year old in kinder-care and start fumbling to questions I think I might know. She finally says “I have to take those up guys” (another guy in the same disarray as me). I hand it in quickly thinking maybe I didn’t do as bad, but it takes about as much time to realize I have just turned in a test with blank answers. Oh gosh. So that was the beginning of what became a time well spent in the parking garage thinking about the problems, trying to remember the problems in hopes of maybe knowing the answer for my well being (so much hard studing and for what??); but I left well enough alone and went to MIDI.
Now here is a class with some style, but I just think it’s because the student assistant is teaching us now and not the 60 year old professor who is the supposed professor but is taking notes and learning from the student assistants lectures. Um, this is where the money goes when I pay 1000+ a semester? To the student assistant? I guess it’s all a self learning process in the end. It’s not who teaches you or how well they teach it; it’s what you you do to better yourself once you step foot outside the classroom. So once again, I am forced to teach myself another program that I could do at home on my own and save 1000+. Don’t we all just love structure?
The only peace of mine was coming home getting out the days wretchedness with some talk from both the “natster” and dannO! After that, it wasn’t anything a few chubb fajitas couldn’t take care of. So that brings me to this vile space of self protest that we all know as live journal. So I beckon a simple hello to all.
So it begins……..
Today…boy oh boy….started out with a nice morning call by those whom we call “proficient terrain sculptors” (i.e. noise at my window!) Oh well, I guess it was ok because I had to get up for another fun filled day of midi and math (but next time their ass is grass). So the math you say? College algebra? Indeed! I took different math in community college so I’m making up for it now…not to say that Liberal Equations I and II were easier by any means …just haven’t played with math in over a year…gosh I hate admitting that… math is good for everyone. So any how, I go to school with no breakfast as usual and begin the mental state that I always take before any big test; especially math (concentrate, think of the formulas, remember word problems are easy if you just calm down). Well, 10 minutes later the test starts, and what do we know? I start out fine but towards the end start falling like a flaming kamikaze ready to become torched and twisted pieces of metal. That’s right, I just blew up at myself and started to freak out because time was passing me by and I was reading the same damn question like forty zillion times. So before I know it, the teacher, who is just great by the way (seriously), calls out: “one minute left guys.” Ok, so I begin to soil my underpants like a three year old in kinder-care and start fumbling to questions I think I might know. She finally says “I have to take those up guys” (another guy in the same disarray as me). I hand it in quickly thinking maybe I didn’t do as bad, but it takes about as much time to realize I have just turned in a test with blank answers. Oh gosh. So that was the beginning of what became a time well spent in the parking garage thinking about the problems, trying to remember the problems in hopes of maybe knowing the answer for my well being (so much hard studing and for what??); but I left well enough alone and went to MIDI.
Now here is a class with some style, but I just think it’s because the student assistant is teaching us now and not the 60 year old professor who is the supposed professor but is taking notes and learning from the student assistants lectures. Um, this is where the money goes when I pay 1000+ a semester? To the student assistant? I guess it’s all a self learning process in the end. It’s not who teaches you or how well they teach it; it’s what you you do to better yourself once you step foot outside the classroom. So once again, I am forced to teach myself another program that I could do at home on my own and save 1000+. Don’t we all just love structure?
The only peace of mine was coming home getting out the days wretchedness with some talk from both the “natster” and dannO! After that, it wasn’t anything a few chubb fajitas couldn’t take care of. So that brings me to this vile space of self protest that we all know as live journal. So I beckon a simple hello to all.