You know the best thing about pain? It lets you know you're not dead yet
I've been back at school for a week now. Classes are going well. Stats. isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be and Jess is there with me, so that makes it a little easier to handle. History is a complete joke, I'm soo bored whenever I go there.
PPI is starting to pick up in work. I know its going to be completely crazy this semester. One of my partners is already slacking and whining. I know this project is basically going to kill me. Our group only has 3 people it, every other group has 4. We have to get 10 things done for Tuesday and we were going to do 3 each and then work on the 10th item together. Well, this girl complained that she didn't know what she was doing, and wanted us to do it together. I was like fine I'll do these 4 items, my partner took 4 items leaving that girl with 2 things to do and she was still bitching she couldn't do it. I told her to get something done then send them 2 one of us and we will provide feedback before she has to hand it in. I mean each item is 1-2 paragraphs each. Not too bad. We also have to do minutes for our group meeting and since my other partner did them on Tuesday and her computer was dying she asked the other girl to do them. She complained she wasn't sure how to do it. I stepped in and said I would, I wasn't completely sure how to do them either but I took the minutes from the other day and copied the format. No big deal. This was the 3rd class meeting, what the hell is this girl going to do in a month when the assignments will take 10 hours to do? We have to do hours and hours of research both online and going into the field. We even have to find a lease retail property in the area and go and take pictures of the site for the project. I need at least a B in this class in order to qualify for internship next semester. she better not fuck that up. Thinking about this pisses me off to no end.
Overall Sr. year has started well. I started talking to an old friend last night. 3 years ago we were really good friends. A falling out happened and I've only spoken to him a few times since. He's going through a really tough patch right now. I want to help but being in Framingham, I really can't do much. I did find out yesterday (finally) that my biopsy went well and I just have to go back in 6 months for a check-up. Yay for no cancer. None of my friends from school have any idea what was going on. I didn't tell most people. I didn't want people thinking I was doing it for sympathy. I also never had HPV, even though my school told me I did. I'm never ever going back to the health center.
PPI is starting to pick up in work. I know its going to be completely crazy this semester. One of my partners is already slacking and whining. I know this project is basically going to kill me. Our group only has 3 people it, every other group has 4. We have to get 10 things done for Tuesday and we were going to do 3 each and then work on the 10th item together. Well, this girl complained that she didn't know what she was doing, and wanted us to do it together. I was like fine I'll do these 4 items, my partner took 4 items leaving that girl with 2 things to do and she was still bitching she couldn't do it. I told her to get something done then send them 2 one of us and we will provide feedback before she has to hand it in. I mean each item is 1-2 paragraphs each. Not too bad. We also have to do minutes for our group meeting and since my other partner did them on Tuesday and her computer was dying she asked the other girl to do them. She complained she wasn't sure how to do it. I stepped in and said I would, I wasn't completely sure how to do them either but I took the minutes from the other day and copied the format. No big deal. This was the 3rd class meeting, what the hell is this girl going to do in a month when the assignments will take 10 hours to do? We have to do hours and hours of research both online and going into the field. We even have to find a lease retail property in the area and go and take pictures of the site for the project. I need at least a B in this class in order to qualify for internship next semester. she better not fuck that up. Thinking about this pisses me off to no end.
Overall Sr. year has started well. I started talking to an old friend last night. 3 years ago we were really good friends. A falling out happened and I've only spoken to him a few times since. He's going through a really tough patch right now. I want to help but being in Framingham, I really can't do much. I did find out yesterday (finally) that my biopsy went well and I just have to go back in 6 months for a check-up. Yay for no cancer. None of my friends from school have any idea what was going on. I didn't tell most people. I didn't want people thinking I was doing it for sympathy. I also never had HPV, even though my school told me I did. I'm never ever going back to the health center.