So, since I seem to be incapable of writing paragraph statements of what occurs in my life, I shall resort to this old standby of a list sort of setting. Today's list is entitled "Things I've noticed about myself." Enjoy.
1. Spelling comes as a hit or a miss for me. Seeing as how I'm looking to teach language arts, this is somewhat worrying to me.
2. I worry incessantly about things that really shouldn't matter. Memo to me: stop doing that.
3. As much as I love the friends I've made in college, I'm still giddy about the fact that I'm almost to the halfway point in my college sentence. Yay!
4. I seem to be the golden child of the family.
5. No matter how hard I try, I will most times cry when a fictional character dies: even if it's been building up for most of the book.
6. I'm a critical person, most of all on myself.
7. Decision making does not come easily to me, especially when it comes to spending money.
8. If I had been born in any past century, I would've been quite the norm of a woman with the skill set I seem to be acquiring. As it stands, I'm just looked at as the crazy girl who probably will end up with a million cats and unmarried when I'm 50.
9. My eyes are more blue/green now than they were five years ago.
10. Although I'm 19, I've gotten into the habit of introducing myself as 'almost 20', as though to emphasize the fact that I'm getting increasingly old.
11. I write lots of lists, particularly of things that I need to remember to pack. Said lists could easily take up a notebook on their own, had they not been so scattered.
12. I write a lot at night for some reason. Strange, eh?
13. My right foot is slightly larger than my left.
14. I don't have any particular favorite number.
15. It amuses me that I'll be done with both high school and college before my little brother even graduates high school.
16. I play by the book: this is especially true in recipes. That tablespoon had better be a *level* tablespoon, bucko!
Anyway, that's it for now. Since this is not the official start to the semester (which, by the way, starts for me on Wednesday), I don't find my promise fulfilled, so I shall have to post again once I get back to Nac and manage to haul all my stuff it.
Ciao for now!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Happy 2009!
Given that it's a new year, I figure it's about time that I updated this blog. I could throw a thousand excuses out there for why I don't update it more often, but in the end it comes down to the fact that by the time I think about writing, I'm much more inclined to do some creative writing than write about the mundane things that are happening to me in day to day life.
So here we are: semester in review. Here's what I managed to get accomplished:
-took 17 hours of credit
-kept my spot on the President's List (4.0)
-joined Kappa Delta Pi, an education honor society
-got accepted into teacher education
-started music classes for my minor
-finally figured out how to sing in a minor key
-had a not so great roommate and let the police into my room where they found drug paraphernalia
-got into a better living situation
-had my doubts but learned to overcome them
-survived a hurricane
-had my last ever performance on a marching field.
Overall, not a bad semester, all told. The holiday season went pretty well, too. Thanksgiving was rather frustrating, mostly for the conflicts in scheduling that kept popping up. I only got home a couple times this semester, which was kinda weird, but given how it flew by, I didn't seem to mind it as much as I thought I would. Maybe I'm finally growing up- strange thought.
The one thing I didn't accomplish was coming to terms with the fact that I'm turning twenty this year. I know it doesn't seem huge, but to me, putting that '2' in the tens place kinda is freaky. I mean, I have plenty of friends who've survived twenty, but I just can't believe that I'll be twenty years old come April! I guess it makes sense: I'm living away from home for the majority of the year, have what amounts to an on-campus apartment, have a job at school and worked two jobs this past summer... in that sense, I'm an adult. Legally I've been one for two years now. But it's still kinda crazy to think about, especially when it doesn't seem so long ago that I was in high school.
Oh well: in the end, it's just one of those things that ends up happening. The good news is that every year that passes means I'm just that much closer to becoming a teacher. I'm still clinging to the idea that I can be a really good teacher one day: I'm making 'A's in all the classes, and I seem to take the ones related to my subject more seriously than most people do. I know that being smart is only one part of the job, but I can't help but hope that genuinely knowing what I'm talking about will make a difference. I have all these ideas and dreams about these lessons I could be doing with my class, and I can't wait to implement them in a classroom of my own, but I'm always having to remind myself it won't be all rainbows and unicorns: more like anemic stormclouds and dirty white horses. *shrug* I suppose it will come soon enough, but I'm still excited that by the end of this semester, I'll be officially halfway through college. Yay!
What else... Oh, I didn't bother to call the kennel where I worked this summer to see if I could pick up some hours this week and next, so I'm spending the rest of my long winter break just lounging around the house. Yesterday I didn't even bother to do anything: I spent all day in sweats, watching a new series I found on Hulu called Legend of the Seeker. It's fantasy (and so yes, rather nerdy), but I enjoyed it. It'll no doubt be added to the already lengthy list of television shows I insist upon keeping up with, although without Pushing Daisies on Wednesdays, those are beginning to look just about as dismal as Mondays.
Today I sewed more of my Renaissance dress. I shocked even myself with how well it seems to have come out. It actually looks like a real dress now, rather than yards of folded material. I have to admit, I'm rather proud of the domestic diva that I've become. Not only can I decorate a sugar cookie like Martha Stewart, I can bake any variety of items, cook reasonably well, dress myself in a way that gets compliments, clean an apartment top to bottom (with some much-needed breaks for television, of course), and now sew actual items! I know- it's only a pity that I was born in this century. Any other and I would be looked upon as a very eligible young lady. Nowadays, not so much.
Anyway, on that happy note, I'll wrap this entry up. I'd say that I'll be trying to make an effort to post on a more consistent basis, but until the semester begins in force, I can't make any promises. My goal will be at least one post during the semester: sound good? I thought so too. ;)
Happy 2009!
~r
So here we are: semester in review. Here's what I managed to get accomplished:
-took 17 hours of credit
-kept my spot on the President's List (4.0)
-joined Kappa Delta Pi, an education honor society
-got accepted into teacher education
-started music classes for my minor
-finally figured out how to sing in a minor key
-had a not so great roommate and let the police into my room where they found drug paraphernalia
-got into a better living situation
-had my doubts but learned to overcome them
-survived a hurricane
-had my last ever performance on a marching field.
Overall, not a bad semester, all told. The holiday season went pretty well, too. Thanksgiving was rather frustrating, mostly for the conflicts in scheduling that kept popping up. I only got home a couple times this semester, which was kinda weird, but given how it flew by, I didn't seem to mind it as much as I thought I would. Maybe I'm finally growing up- strange thought.
The one thing I didn't accomplish was coming to terms with the fact that I'm turning twenty this year. I know it doesn't seem huge, but to me, putting that '2' in the tens place kinda is freaky. I mean, I have plenty of friends who've survived twenty, but I just can't believe that I'll be twenty years old come April! I guess it makes sense: I'm living away from home for the majority of the year, have what amounts to an on-campus apartment, have a job at school and worked two jobs this past summer... in that sense, I'm an adult. Legally I've been one for two years now. But it's still kinda crazy to think about, especially when it doesn't seem so long ago that I was in high school.
Oh well: in the end, it's just one of those things that ends up happening. The good news is that every year that passes means I'm just that much closer to becoming a teacher. I'm still clinging to the idea that I can be a really good teacher one day: I'm making 'A's in all the classes, and I seem to take the ones related to my subject more seriously than most people do. I know that being smart is only one part of the job, but I can't help but hope that genuinely knowing what I'm talking about will make a difference. I have all these ideas and dreams about these lessons I could be doing with my class, and I can't wait to implement them in a classroom of my own, but I'm always having to remind myself it won't be all rainbows and unicorns: more like anemic stormclouds and dirty white horses. *shrug* I suppose it will come soon enough, but I'm still excited that by the end of this semester, I'll be officially halfway through college. Yay!
What else... Oh, I didn't bother to call the kennel where I worked this summer to see if I could pick up some hours this week and next, so I'm spending the rest of my long winter break just lounging around the house. Yesterday I didn't even bother to do anything: I spent all day in sweats, watching a new series I found on Hulu called Legend of the Seeker. It's fantasy (and so yes, rather nerdy), but I enjoyed it. It'll no doubt be added to the already lengthy list of television shows I insist upon keeping up with, although without Pushing Daisies on Wednesdays, those are beginning to look just about as dismal as Mondays.
Today I sewed more of my Renaissance dress. I shocked even myself with how well it seems to have come out. It actually looks like a real dress now, rather than yards of folded material. I have to admit, I'm rather proud of the domestic diva that I've become. Not only can I decorate a sugar cookie like Martha Stewart, I can bake any variety of items, cook reasonably well, dress myself in a way that gets compliments, clean an apartment top to bottom (with some much-needed breaks for television, of course), and now sew actual items! I know- it's only a pity that I was born in this century. Any other and I would be looked upon as a very eligible young lady. Nowadays, not so much.
Anyway, on that happy note, I'll wrap this entry up. I'd say that I'll be trying to make an effort to post on a more consistent basis, but until the semester begins in force, I can't make any promises. My goal will be at least one post during the semester: sound good? I thought so too. ;)
Happy 2009!
~r
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
End of Ze World
So... I've really got to stop watching so much history channel. For real- all I keep happening on is all this stuff about how the world is going to end within our lifetime. The Mayans put a date on it- 2012, and there's been other prophets who have said the same. So, I'll just say it: the fact that the world may end in my lifetime is scaring the crap out of me. No joke. I know the Bible says that the rapture will occur and that Jesus will return to take all the faithful to heaven, but that just opens up another can of worms. Would I be good enough to go to heaven? Have I done enough good in my life? Would the fact that I rarely go to church on Sundays be an issue, or as long as I'm praying to God on a regular basis, would it be alright? It's just something totally creepy to think about. I don't want to see our race be destroyed, and it's sad in a way to think that people have made predictions that I won't be living to see the age of 30.
I know that God says to put faith in Him, and to trust Him in all things, yet I find it hard to let go of the fear that something will happen and place it in His hands. It's kinda neurotic, I know, but this whole idea is freaking me out. If this post has made you freak too, I apologize, but I had to get it out.
~r
I know that God says to put faith in Him, and to trust Him in all things, yet I find it hard to let go of the fear that something will happen and place it in His hands. It's kinda neurotic, I know, but this whole idea is freaking me out. If this post has made you freak too, I apologize, but I had to get it out.
~r
Sunday, October 5, 2008
October Already??
So, I sat down the other day, took a gander at the calendar, and realized that this week, it turned to October. I was astounded- where did September go? Or August, for that matter? The days really seemed to go by fast September, which was both a blessing and a curse all at once: less time til the end of another semester, and it's closer to Christmas, but you also have all these little deadlines coming to bite you in the posterier. Granted, there's considerably fewer deadlines for me this semester, but there is the pressure of it all the same. Just having the deadlines hanging over your head of projects and quizes and tests too numerous to count... ugh. It's a mess.
So, I think I'm officially through the first round of tests- I've had a test in every class (except reading, which I've had a quiz in), and managed to figure out what those are like. Overall, I was pretty impressed with myself. I got a 97 on the Sight Singing test: I basically blurted out to the teacher that I don't know how I do that, since I certainly don't think I'm any great shakes at sight singing, to which she laughed and said I must be since she didn't see anything wrong with it, nor did the AP Theory graders. *shrug* I was disapointed about my chem/phys test- I got like a 83 on it, which is entirely UNacceptable. What threw me off is the inconsistancies in the professor's teaching: in class, they'll tell us to round until the cows come home, but on their freaking tests, they want all the digits there. So, yeah, I got screwed on that one: hopefully I'll be able to turn that grade around to the A it should be. :P
What else. I suppose the collasal news around Nac is winning this week's football game. I know: a Lumberjack victory? Is that even possible? Apparently so, folks. 48-45; like the week before, most all of the good plays were in the 4th quarter. No wonder I was nearly falling asleep out of exhaustion and hunger after halftime! I do have to admit, I'm still not quite used to the fact that we're able to get up and get food/beverage from the concession stand at will. Coming from high school where even certain candies were forbidden in the stands, much less a plate full of nachos, it still is a bit shocking to me to watch a color guard member come down the steps with a big old boat of chili cheese nachos, or watch a trumpet player eat sausage on a stick between playing shorties. Funny stuff. I get the impression the football team was beyond pleased. Coming off of last week's game, where we lost to South Dakota by a mere 2 points in the last 2.6 seconds (no joke) of the game, I don't blame them. Had I been a bit more invested in the football team's success, no doubt I would've been a great deal more excited. As it is, though, I secretly harbour the hope that they won't do well enough to warrent playoff games. Seeing as how our university thinks it's perfectly acceptable to be sending the band galivaning off to away games as a kind of pick-me-up for the football team, I have this feeling that were we to get into the playoffs, that would be the time when they *certainly* wouldn't let us off the hook in terms of traveling. On the surface, I wouldn't have a problem with traveling- I mean, heck, it's free food, free fun, free lodgings- good times, right? But it's also a Saturday on the road, on a bumpy charter bus that's near impossible to get anything accomplished homework-wise on, lunch at shady fast food joints on the road, all of which are over-run by your fellow band members, and then exhausting games and an equally un-productive bus ride home. You have no weekend whatsoever, and basically it's a big hassel. I don't like it well at all. When I was talking to my mom earlier this week, she mentioned coming up to visit me some weekend, to which I was all for: to date, my mom still hasn't even seen my dorm room, which kinda makes me sad. It just kinda seems like the thing a mom should see- her daughter's first pseudo-apartment and all that jazz. I would like nothing better than to spend a frenzied day of cleaning so I could proudly show my parents about and prove I'm capable of living independently. But anyway- Mom was asking if I had any weekend when I wouldn't be busy, to which I just laughed and said I had a game every weekend. My mom just kinda did a little 'psh' and so I began explaining what having a game means. Game days mean Saturday morning practice for 2 hours, a hurried brunch in the crapateria, followed by an awkward span of time where you make the decision to either shower or just go stinky to the game (because you're kinda nasty from practice), and then don the uniform and go over to the colleseum by 4:30 for a 6:00 kick off. Yes- it makes so much sense, doesn't it? Of course, my mom was complaining that if the family comes over here, they wouldn't really want to be spending time watching me rehearse, but rather spend time with me. I agree: it makes no sense for them to stay and watch me do what I'd do any weekend, right? But at the same time, I had no other option for her. That's the crap that they were subjecting me to when they convinced me that marching band for another year wouldn't be "that bad". Now, I guess, we all get to reap the wonderful consequences of that decision. Not cool indeed.
Anyway... moving on from that little whine-fest. This weekend was so nice and relaxing. Started off really nice on Friday by going off to Lufkin- yay! That's the first time I've been to Lufkin this semester, which is almost sad in a way. I've been here almost 6 weeks and hadn't left Nac but to go home. Wow. Anyway, we went to the usual places: Target (yay), the Lufkin Mall, Old Navy, Rue 21, Best Buy. Rounding out the day we went to Olive Garden. Mmm- I got their "Never-Ending Pasta Bowl", which was amazing. Being the devious little person I am, though, I polished off the first bowl (how, I don't know, since it was a really big bowl. Guess I was just hungry.) and then ask for another, which I manage one bite of and promptly stuff in a to-go container. Ha. Take *that* corporate America. Only problem with my plan is that they twarted me by bringing out a considerably smaller portion the second time. I guess it makes sense- you probably wouldn't want to eat as much the second round, but still, it kinda miffed me. I should've, in my mind, been able to have as much as I wanted for my $8.99, but oh well. It made for some yummy dinner on Sunday night. :) Back to my linear progression of time: Saturday I relaxed in my room for a good chunk of the day. My roommate went home, so I had the place to myself, enabling me to go out to the living room with my big wonderful comforter and hunker down with my laptop and the tv. It was great- I didn't move much until about noon, when I met up with Meghan to go to the East College caf, all the way across campus. So not cool. So, we drive over, barely catch the end of "brunch", and I ended up having the worst hamburger I've ever had. It was kinda crispy and burnt on the edges, the tomatoes were terrible, and the cheese was a mess. Not good times at all. At least the french fries were for the most part palatble, otherwise I wouldn't have been very happy at all. As it was, the cookies were off, too, so not even a good desert made it better! So, I went back, watched Once Upon a Matteress with Shannon and Meghan, then moseyed up to my room to get ready. I left about 10 minutes before my carpool was supposed to leave, got three quarters of the way there, and realized I had forgotten my hat and gloves. Lovely. So I had to turn a to the rear and kinda jog back to my dorm, up the stairs, and grab the hat in frustration, along with the gloves, and run back down, hoping I wouldn't make my friends late. Turns out it was not a problem, since other people waylayed us much more than I did, but whatever. We had the game (see above), and afterwards Meghan and I went off to Bueno for some post-game food. It was amazing- I love Bueno. Most every week there's a $4.52 charge on my bank account from them (MexiDips and Chips with a Medium Diet Coke), and that's the only way I'd have it. After that, it was like 11 or something, so after a few minutes of the history channel, I just gave up and crawled into bed.
Sunday was a royal lazy-fest. The laptop was already situated in the living room, so I only added my big fluffy comforter and a pillow to it. TV, goldfish, and diet pepsi rounded out the equation. Yeah- I plugged in the sims, turned on the history channel, and promptly went about wasting my day. I didn't end up leaving the room until 6:30 that night, when I went to go wee Wall-E at the student theater with my friends. Wall-e, by the way, was amazing: you really got attached to the little robot, and I thought it was really cute, though somewhat disturbing that humans could ever turn in to that mess of blobs that we were. The end credits, though, were wonderful- I don't know what kind of animation it is, but they did some method that looks like it's a painting moving, and I really liked it a lot. Showing how people survived- ahh! Anyway. It was cute, and if you haven't seen it, you should. The end. After Wall-E it was time for some Amazing Race, then bed. Yes, sleep! As it was, the alarm went off entirely too early this morning. Gah.
Anyway, that's all for now. Aural Skills is in 20 minutes, and I have to get goin for that. :) Until later,
~r
So, I think I'm officially through the first round of tests- I've had a test in every class (except reading, which I've had a quiz in), and managed to figure out what those are like. Overall, I was pretty impressed with myself. I got a 97 on the Sight Singing test: I basically blurted out to the teacher that I don't know how I do that, since I certainly don't think I'm any great shakes at sight singing, to which she laughed and said I must be since she didn't see anything wrong with it, nor did the AP Theory graders. *shrug* I was disapointed about my chem/phys test- I got like a 83 on it, which is entirely UNacceptable. What threw me off is the inconsistancies in the professor's teaching: in class, they'll tell us to round until the cows come home, but on their freaking tests, they want all the digits there. So, yeah, I got screwed on that one: hopefully I'll be able to turn that grade around to the A it should be. :P
What else. I suppose the collasal news around Nac is winning this week's football game. I know: a Lumberjack victory? Is that even possible? Apparently so, folks. 48-45; like the week before, most all of the good plays were in the 4th quarter. No wonder I was nearly falling asleep out of exhaustion and hunger after halftime! I do have to admit, I'm still not quite used to the fact that we're able to get up and get food/beverage from the concession stand at will. Coming from high school where even certain candies were forbidden in the stands, much less a plate full of nachos, it still is a bit shocking to me to watch a color guard member come down the steps with a big old boat of chili cheese nachos, or watch a trumpet player eat sausage on a stick between playing shorties. Funny stuff. I get the impression the football team was beyond pleased. Coming off of last week's game, where we lost to South Dakota by a mere 2 points in the last 2.6 seconds (no joke) of the game, I don't blame them. Had I been a bit more invested in the football team's success, no doubt I would've been a great deal more excited. As it is, though, I secretly harbour the hope that they won't do well enough to warrent playoff games. Seeing as how our university thinks it's perfectly acceptable to be sending the band galivaning off to away games as a kind of pick-me-up for the football team, I have this feeling that were we to get into the playoffs, that would be the time when they *certainly* wouldn't let us off the hook in terms of traveling. On the surface, I wouldn't have a problem with traveling- I mean, heck, it's free food, free fun, free lodgings- good times, right? But it's also a Saturday on the road, on a bumpy charter bus that's near impossible to get anything accomplished homework-wise on, lunch at shady fast food joints on the road, all of which are over-run by your fellow band members, and then exhausting games and an equally un-productive bus ride home. You have no weekend whatsoever, and basically it's a big hassel. I don't like it well at all. When I was talking to my mom earlier this week, she mentioned coming up to visit me some weekend, to which I was all for: to date, my mom still hasn't even seen my dorm room, which kinda makes me sad. It just kinda seems like the thing a mom should see- her daughter's first pseudo-apartment and all that jazz. I would like nothing better than to spend a frenzied day of cleaning so I could proudly show my parents about and prove I'm capable of living independently. But anyway- Mom was asking if I had any weekend when I wouldn't be busy, to which I just laughed and said I had a game every weekend. My mom just kinda did a little 'psh' and so I began explaining what having a game means. Game days mean Saturday morning practice for 2 hours, a hurried brunch in the crapateria, followed by an awkward span of time where you make the decision to either shower or just go stinky to the game (because you're kinda nasty from practice), and then don the uniform and go over to the colleseum by 4:30 for a 6:00 kick off. Yes- it makes so much sense, doesn't it? Of course, my mom was complaining that if the family comes over here, they wouldn't really want to be spending time watching me rehearse, but rather spend time with me. I agree: it makes no sense for them to stay and watch me do what I'd do any weekend, right? But at the same time, I had no other option for her. That's the crap that they were subjecting me to when they convinced me that marching band for another year wouldn't be "that bad". Now, I guess, we all get to reap the wonderful consequences of that decision. Not cool indeed.
Anyway... moving on from that little whine-fest. This weekend was so nice and relaxing. Started off really nice on Friday by going off to Lufkin- yay! That's the first time I've been to Lufkin this semester, which is almost sad in a way. I've been here almost 6 weeks and hadn't left Nac but to go home. Wow. Anyway, we went to the usual places: Target (yay), the Lufkin Mall, Old Navy, Rue 21, Best Buy. Rounding out the day we went to Olive Garden. Mmm- I got their "Never-Ending Pasta Bowl", which was amazing. Being the devious little person I am, though, I polished off the first bowl (how, I don't know, since it was a really big bowl. Guess I was just hungry.) and then ask for another, which I manage one bite of and promptly stuff in a to-go container. Ha. Take *that* corporate America. Only problem with my plan is that they twarted me by bringing out a considerably smaller portion the second time. I guess it makes sense- you probably wouldn't want to eat as much the second round, but still, it kinda miffed me. I should've, in my mind, been able to have as much as I wanted for my $8.99, but oh well. It made for some yummy dinner on Sunday night. :) Back to my linear progression of time: Saturday I relaxed in my room for a good chunk of the day. My roommate went home, so I had the place to myself, enabling me to go out to the living room with my big wonderful comforter and hunker down with my laptop and the tv. It was great- I didn't move much until about noon, when I met up with Meghan to go to the East College caf, all the way across campus. So not cool. So, we drive over, barely catch the end of "brunch", and I ended up having the worst hamburger I've ever had. It was kinda crispy and burnt on the edges, the tomatoes were terrible, and the cheese was a mess. Not good times at all. At least the french fries were for the most part palatble, otherwise I wouldn't have been very happy at all. As it was, the cookies were off, too, so not even a good desert made it better! So, I went back, watched Once Upon a Matteress with Shannon and Meghan, then moseyed up to my room to get ready. I left about 10 minutes before my carpool was supposed to leave, got three quarters of the way there, and realized I had forgotten my hat and gloves. Lovely. So I had to turn a to the rear and kinda jog back to my dorm, up the stairs, and grab the hat in frustration, along with the gloves, and run back down, hoping I wouldn't make my friends late. Turns out it was not a problem, since other people waylayed us much more than I did, but whatever. We had the game (see above), and afterwards Meghan and I went off to Bueno for some post-game food. It was amazing- I love Bueno. Most every week there's a $4.52 charge on my bank account from them (MexiDips and Chips with a Medium Diet Coke), and that's the only way I'd have it. After that, it was like 11 or something, so after a few minutes of the history channel, I just gave up and crawled into bed.
Sunday was a royal lazy-fest. The laptop was already situated in the living room, so I only added my big fluffy comforter and a pillow to it. TV, goldfish, and diet pepsi rounded out the equation. Yeah- I plugged in the sims, turned on the history channel, and promptly went about wasting my day. I didn't end up leaving the room until 6:30 that night, when I went to go wee Wall-E at the student theater with my friends. Wall-e, by the way, was amazing: you really got attached to the little robot, and I thought it was really cute, though somewhat disturbing that humans could ever turn in to that mess of blobs that we were. The end credits, though, were wonderful- I don't know what kind of animation it is, but they did some method that looks like it's a painting moving, and I really liked it a lot. Showing how people survived- ahh! Anyway. It was cute, and if you haven't seen it, you should. The end. After Wall-E it was time for some Amazing Race, then bed. Yes, sleep! As it was, the alarm went off entirely too early this morning. Gah.
Anyway, that's all for now. Aural Skills is in 20 minutes, and I have to get goin for that. :) Until later,
~r
Monday, September 22, 2008
10 Minutes (to save the world)
Well, not really to save the world... but writing 10 minutes made me think of Madonna's '4 Minutes (To Save the World)". So, now you know what's obnoxiously running through my head now!
Anyway, there's 10 minutes before I have to run off to my 8:00 class this morning (Aural Skills 1- gotta love it), and I figured that I ought to post. There's not really time to go into big detail about my past week, but in a nutshell, here's what happened:
-Monday was a free day. We went to see the big houses (the Mansions of Nac) and saw the tremendous wind damage. Ahh!
-Tuesday = classes. The good part was, my test in math got postponed to this week. Good times.
-Wednesday brought, surprise, more classes! I don't think anything of particular note happened on hump day last week... sad day. Oh, wait! I went to a trim and tone workout class on Wednesday night, which was actually kinda fun. The instructor was evil, and my knees were shaking afterwards, but it was good. I felt accomplished. Oh, and I saw a kitty and petted it after the class on my way back to the dorms. :)
-Thursday was classes again, and then a lot of prep for going home this weekend. Most every person in band that I knew was hitting the road last weekend to go home, considering that last weekend was the last time that we had a free weekend (without a game) until Thanksgiving. Yes, you heard me, Thanksgiving. It sucks.
-Friday was an interesting day. I first drove over to the music building, only to find that there is no student parking in the little loop that goes by the music building, so I parked by my old dorms. I go to class, practically run at breakneck speed over to my car so I can hit the road, only to sit in the car and discover the keys won't turn. Special. I call my dad, who says he thinks the steering wheel locked, so I spend the next 5 minutes throwing all my body weight into the thing to make it move. After being on the phone with AAA for a few minutes, the car miraculously works. Oh Mildred... what shall I do with you? Drove home, got home early, and saw my mom in action at school, teaching in her new classroom (which still has a lot of the old teacher in it... I'll have to work to change that). Dentist appointment followed (yay for no more stains on my teeth!), then the football game- Allen v. Euless Trinity. We lost (sad day), but at least we managed to score a little, and this was the #1 nationally ranked team, so I don't feel quite so bad.
- Saturday was at home, and I did home stuff. (1 minute left!!)
-Sunday I drove home, got lost in Kilgore, got my bearings again, and ate leftover spaghetti from my fridge.
HA! I did it. Okay, so the weekend's details are a bit sketchy, but you get the picture. If you *really* want to know what happened, just ask.
It's now 7:40, and I shall post and trot off to class. Maybe later I'll post some more!
~r
Anyway, there's 10 minutes before I have to run off to my 8:00 class this morning (Aural Skills 1- gotta love it), and I figured that I ought to post. There's not really time to go into big detail about my past week, but in a nutshell, here's what happened:
-Monday was a free day. We went to see the big houses (the Mansions of Nac) and saw the tremendous wind damage. Ahh!
-Tuesday = classes. The good part was, my test in math got postponed to this week. Good times.
-Wednesday brought, surprise, more classes! I don't think anything of particular note happened on hump day last week... sad day. Oh, wait! I went to a trim and tone workout class on Wednesday night, which was actually kinda fun. The instructor was evil, and my knees were shaking afterwards, but it was good. I felt accomplished. Oh, and I saw a kitty and petted it after the class on my way back to the dorms. :)
-Thursday was classes again, and then a lot of prep for going home this weekend. Most every person in band that I knew was hitting the road last weekend to go home, considering that last weekend was the last time that we had a free weekend (without a game) until Thanksgiving. Yes, you heard me, Thanksgiving. It sucks.
-Friday was an interesting day. I first drove over to the music building, only to find that there is no student parking in the little loop that goes by the music building, so I parked by my old dorms. I go to class, practically run at breakneck speed over to my car so I can hit the road, only to sit in the car and discover the keys won't turn. Special. I call my dad, who says he thinks the steering wheel locked, so I spend the next 5 minutes throwing all my body weight into the thing to make it move. After being on the phone with AAA for a few minutes, the car miraculously works. Oh Mildred... what shall I do with you? Drove home, got home early, and saw my mom in action at school, teaching in her new classroom (which still has a lot of the old teacher in it... I'll have to work to change that). Dentist appointment followed (yay for no more stains on my teeth!), then the football game- Allen v. Euless Trinity. We lost (sad day), but at least we managed to score a little, and this was the #1 nationally ranked team, so I don't feel quite so bad.
- Saturday was at home, and I did home stuff. (1 minute left!!)
-Sunday I drove home, got lost in Kilgore, got my bearings again, and ate leftover spaghetti from my fridge.
HA! I did it. Okay, so the weekend's details are a bit sketchy, but you get the picture. If you *really* want to know what happened, just ask.
It's now 7:40, and I shall post and trot off to class. Maybe later I'll post some more!
~r
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Trees were a' blowin
So... congratulate me, guys! I've officially survived Hurricane Ike. The storm blew through Saturday, with wind gusts around 60 mph according to the weather channel. Amazingly enough, I didn't loose power in my dorm the entire time, praise be. There was just a ton of wind. Rain really wasn't the issue at all!
Anyway, let's go back to Thursday. Thursday we're starting to get all sorts of warnings about Ike. Of course, those of us who were even halfway cognisant of our surroundings knew that there was a hurricane in the Gulf and it was headed towards the Texas coast. Now, given Gustav's projected path, we kinda suspect that Ike can hit us. Ding ding ding! We have a winner! The projected path of Ike began calling for it to kinda graze by East Texas and then continue up into the midwest. As the day progresses, though, the little hook that Ike was making gets steeper and steeper, until Nacogdo is totally in the red zone. Red isn't a good color in weather- green means rain, yellow means heavy rain, red means you'd best be building an ark because that's the only way you're getting out of it. Now, devil's advocate that I occasionally am, I was downright giddy as we watched Ike's path creep towards us on Thursday evening.
They cancelled classes beginning at noon on Friday due to Ike's lumbering (haha- lumbering) path towards Nacogdoches, and even the weather channel, between being gusted away in Galveston were able to mention Lufkin (the next city over, also the location of the nearest Target to Nac) as 'in danger'. Kinda creepy. So, yeah, I went to class on Friday morning, 8am, and only about half the class showed. I was just like 'really people? Seriously? Classes don't stop til noon, tards." After what can only be called an abbreviated class (remember- only half the class showed up, though whether it was because of the storm or the quiz on tri-tones/major sevenths/minor sevenths could be debated), I headed over to the cafeteria to grab some food. Normally breakfast, while arguably the best meal the caf serves, has a pretty low attendance due to the times which it is offered- nobody can really stand to get out of bed early to go eat, so they just skip and go to class. If I didn't have a really awkward break between classes, I wouldn't eat breakfast half so much as I do. Anyway- back to my story. We get to the cafeteria only to find it as busy as it is at lunchtime! What the heck?! The omlette line was jam packed with these confused looking Indian (no, not native american, people from India) guys who were speaking in their native tongue, and there's just a whole slew of people nobody had ever seen before. I'm going about getting various breakfast foods when I finally figure out who these people are. I had gotten emails that we (SFA) would be hosting evacuees from Lamar College (presumably in Lamar), who were evacuated because of Ike and being kept in the HPE. Ah, I think, these must be our visitors. Sure enough, one of their shirts says 'Lamar'. Interesting indeed.
After breakfast I go back to my room and watch online episodes and start trying to figure out what I need to do about my job and getting my degree plan all situated as it's supposed to be. That honors english class I took is such a freakin pain in the rear, because nobody knows anything about it! My degree plan only has it counting for 3 hours of lower level english credit, when it ought to count for 6, but of course I can find no proof of that, so I was relegated to spending over an hour on Thursday traipsing all about the Liberal Arts buildings asking for this fabled letter which would explain the course, asking the honors college people... oh, it was a mess. Anyway, Friday I dropped off my appeal to the people in the COE (College of Education), and went to go sign a new contract for my job. Thee people running concert manager this year don't seem to be totally on top of things, considering that I almost didn't have a job because of their boo-boo. Anyway- that's a story for another time. I have a job now, signed my contract, got my raise, and work a grand total of once in the month of September. Good times indeed.
Back to Friday- at lunch one of my friends invites me to a girl's night at her house that night, arguably to celebrate Ike and whatnot. Hmm- gale force winds and you want me to drive? Doesn't sound like the safest thing in the world, but thanks anyway. I'll check the weather and decide later, I say, and I can tell my friend is put out. Oh well. A few hours later, I go to see a couple movies with Shannon and Meghan- Burn After Reading and Tyler Perry's The Family That Preys. In short, Burn After Reading was plain ridiculous, and the Tyler Perry movie was very well done.
On our way back to campus, I'm kinda noticing the wind picking up. Aha- here comes Ike. I get back to find that the res hall has all the glass doors and windows taped with masking tape to prevent shattering, and I go back to my room to watch more weather channel and prep for the next day. On Saturday I woke up about 7:45, look outside, and really don't see a lot aside from the trees blowin in the wind. I set up what I fondly referred to as "Camp Ike" out in the living room, plugged my computer into the internet and set about "hunkering down", to steal a phrase from the mayor of Houston. I watched the weather channel until about 11, when I couldn't take it any more and just flipped on Disney. I watched a ton of TV on Saturday. I kept getting all these email alerts from campus police about the weather conditions outside, advising us to stay indoors. Really? I thought it'd be fun to go out and frolic in a hurricane! *eye roll* Yeah. At about 12, a CA comes to the door and tells me that they don't want anybody leaving the building. Alrighty... that's fine with me. I continue my hunkering in Camp Ike and just leave it be as I watched the trees outside. Now, during all this I had begun getting txts from my friends living off campus saying that they had no power, and could I please tell them what was happening or at least alert them if sirens started going. Sure, I reply, and I do just that. Yup. About 4, the storm seems to be letting up a little, and while it's windy, the trees don't appear to be bending as violently as they had been before. Good times! Around 3:45, they send out an email saying the cafeterias are open, but use extreme caution when you decide to leave. So, about 6-ish, I make some calls, grab my poncho and rainboots, and start marching towards dinner at the caf.
The wind damage, though, was enormous. First, there were branches literally everywhere, with so many trees it looked like fall had come waay early. Some of the branches were quite huge, really, and entire limbs were torn off of trees. Power lines were down, and outside one of the halls, a part of a tree had literally fallen on top of a car. Holy cravitz. Some of these massive trees had been totally uprooted around campus, and as we walked in the wind and rain, it was really kinda scary. The cafeteria was, again, a great deal busier than I would've guessed, and had a lot of Nacogdoches residents trying to get food since the power was out. Wow.
I get back to my room and am chilling when I get a call from my roomie from last semester, Stacy. She moved off campus, and had been one of the people who told me that they were quite without power. She asked me, rather pathetically, if she couldn't please come sleep at my place tonight, since I at least had electricity: of course, I said she was more than welcome. So, she came, along with stories of the damage and how Nac was literally shutting down. Places open 24 hours like IHOP were closing, and there were police directing traffic at McDonalds. I heard later that there was something like a 2 hour wait to get food there, but people couldn't cook without electricity. Campus and the immediate areas around it were about the only parts of town to maintain power the entire storm.
Sunday Stacy and I went in search of food. Our first stop was IHOP, which had a line coming out the door and snaking around the building, which was pretty much the case at any open food place. "Let's go to WalMart," Stacy suggests. "As nasty as it sounds, maybe we can get McDonalds from there." I turned Milly towards Wally and off we went, surveying the damage all the while. We turned into WalMart and start towards a parking spot when we see a line coming out of Wal-Mart. Yes, on a day nowhere near Christmas, there was a line to get into WalMart, and people at the door who would only let in someone when someone else came out. It was insane. I shared a look with Stacy and we decided that it may be best just to try cafeteria food, and head back to campus.
Parts of Nac, including Stacy's place, did get power back by about 2 on Sunday, which was nice, although a very selfish part of me (and I believe many people) hoped it would stay out long enough to provide reason to cancel classes for Monday. Apparently, it did- we had no classes yesterday so that the campus could at least start the clean up efforts. In my opinion, there's too much debris to be cleaned up within a week, since there's some big trees that will have to be removed now. When you walk around campus now, you just see workers gathering up branches or cutting off precariously hanging limbs from the trees. Yeah- crazy.
Classes resumed today, which on the one hand was kinda sad, but on the other hand a good sign. I was impressed by the professors today, a lot of whom didn't have power at their homes but still showed up for work. Good for them- they get kudos for that one. Personally, I would've been a little less than eager to get up and go to work when I had to shower in the dark and leave kids home without even a television to entertain them, since the local school districts have been closed mostly for the rest of the week while power companies work to restore electricity.
So yeah- that was my weekend. My thoughts are with those in the hardest hit areas in Galveston and Houston.
Oh, and another little side-note: Don't get a Dell laptop. Like, just don't do it. Now, to add to the laundry list of problems I've been having with it, keys keep popping off or breaking, or both. My 'e' key is totally broken off, and my 'g' and 'd' keep popping off. *sigh* Stupid technology.
~r
Anyway, let's go back to Thursday. Thursday we're starting to get all sorts of warnings about Ike. Of course, those of us who were even halfway cognisant of our surroundings knew that there was a hurricane in the Gulf and it was headed towards the Texas coast. Now, given Gustav's projected path, we kinda suspect that Ike can hit us. Ding ding ding! We have a winner! The projected path of Ike began calling for it to kinda graze by East Texas and then continue up into the midwest. As the day progresses, though, the little hook that Ike was making gets steeper and steeper, until Nacogdo is totally in the red zone. Red isn't a good color in weather- green means rain, yellow means heavy rain, red means you'd best be building an ark because that's the only way you're getting out of it. Now, devil's advocate that I occasionally am, I was downright giddy as we watched Ike's path creep towards us on Thursday evening.
They cancelled classes beginning at noon on Friday due to Ike's lumbering (haha- lumbering) path towards Nacogdoches, and even the weather channel, between being gusted away in Galveston were able to mention Lufkin (the next city over, also the location of the nearest Target to Nac) as 'in danger'. Kinda creepy. So, yeah, I went to class on Friday morning, 8am, and only about half the class showed. I was just like 'really people? Seriously? Classes don't stop til noon, tards." After what can only be called an abbreviated class (remember- only half the class showed up, though whether it was because of the storm or the quiz on tri-tones/major sevenths/minor sevenths could be debated), I headed over to the cafeteria to grab some food. Normally breakfast, while arguably the best meal the caf serves, has a pretty low attendance due to the times which it is offered- nobody can really stand to get out of bed early to go eat, so they just skip and go to class. If I didn't have a really awkward break between classes, I wouldn't eat breakfast half so much as I do. Anyway- back to my story. We get to the cafeteria only to find it as busy as it is at lunchtime! What the heck?! The omlette line was jam packed with these confused looking Indian (no, not native american, people from India) guys who were speaking in their native tongue, and there's just a whole slew of people nobody had ever seen before. I'm going about getting various breakfast foods when I finally figure out who these people are. I had gotten emails that we (SFA) would be hosting evacuees from Lamar College (presumably in Lamar), who were evacuated because of Ike and being kept in the HPE. Ah, I think, these must be our visitors. Sure enough, one of their shirts says 'Lamar'. Interesting indeed.
After breakfast I go back to my room and watch online episodes and start trying to figure out what I need to do about my job and getting my degree plan all situated as it's supposed to be. That honors english class I took is such a freakin pain in the rear, because nobody knows anything about it! My degree plan only has it counting for 3 hours of lower level english credit, when it ought to count for 6, but of course I can find no proof of that, so I was relegated to spending over an hour on Thursday traipsing all about the Liberal Arts buildings asking for this fabled letter which would explain the course, asking the honors college people... oh, it was a mess. Anyway, Friday I dropped off my appeal to the people in the COE (College of Education), and went to go sign a new contract for my job. Thee people running concert manager this year don't seem to be totally on top of things, considering that I almost didn't have a job because of their boo-boo. Anyway- that's a story for another time. I have a job now, signed my contract, got my raise, and work a grand total of once in the month of September. Good times indeed.
Back to Friday- at lunch one of my friends invites me to a girl's night at her house that night, arguably to celebrate Ike and whatnot. Hmm- gale force winds and you want me to drive? Doesn't sound like the safest thing in the world, but thanks anyway. I'll check the weather and decide later, I say, and I can tell my friend is put out. Oh well. A few hours later, I go to see a couple movies with Shannon and Meghan- Burn After Reading and Tyler Perry's The Family That Preys. In short, Burn After Reading was plain ridiculous, and the Tyler Perry movie was very well done.
On our way back to campus, I'm kinda noticing the wind picking up. Aha- here comes Ike. I get back to find that the res hall has all the glass doors and windows taped with masking tape to prevent shattering, and I go back to my room to watch more weather channel and prep for the next day. On Saturday I woke up about 7:45, look outside, and really don't see a lot aside from the trees blowin in the wind. I set up what I fondly referred to as "Camp Ike" out in the living room, plugged my computer into the internet and set about "hunkering down", to steal a phrase from the mayor of Houston. I watched the weather channel until about 11, when I couldn't take it any more and just flipped on Disney. I watched a ton of TV on Saturday. I kept getting all these email alerts from campus police about the weather conditions outside, advising us to stay indoors. Really? I thought it'd be fun to go out and frolic in a hurricane! *eye roll* Yeah. At about 12, a CA comes to the door and tells me that they don't want anybody leaving the building. Alrighty... that's fine with me. I continue my hunkering in Camp Ike and just leave it be as I watched the trees outside. Now, during all this I had begun getting txts from my friends living off campus saying that they had no power, and could I please tell them what was happening or at least alert them if sirens started going. Sure, I reply, and I do just that. Yup. About 4, the storm seems to be letting up a little, and while it's windy, the trees don't appear to be bending as violently as they had been before. Good times! Around 3:45, they send out an email saying the cafeterias are open, but use extreme caution when you decide to leave. So, about 6-ish, I make some calls, grab my poncho and rainboots, and start marching towards dinner at the caf.
The wind damage, though, was enormous. First, there were branches literally everywhere, with so many trees it looked like fall had come waay early. Some of the branches were quite huge, really, and entire limbs were torn off of trees. Power lines were down, and outside one of the halls, a part of a tree had literally fallen on top of a car. Holy cravitz. Some of these massive trees had been totally uprooted around campus, and as we walked in the wind and rain, it was really kinda scary. The cafeteria was, again, a great deal busier than I would've guessed, and had a lot of Nacogdoches residents trying to get food since the power was out. Wow.
I get back to my room and am chilling when I get a call from my roomie from last semester, Stacy. She moved off campus, and had been one of the people who told me that they were quite without power. She asked me, rather pathetically, if she couldn't please come sleep at my place tonight, since I at least had electricity: of course, I said she was more than welcome. So, she came, along with stories of the damage and how Nac was literally shutting down. Places open 24 hours like IHOP were closing, and there were police directing traffic at McDonalds. I heard later that there was something like a 2 hour wait to get food there, but people couldn't cook without electricity. Campus and the immediate areas around it were about the only parts of town to maintain power the entire storm.
Sunday Stacy and I went in search of food. Our first stop was IHOP, which had a line coming out the door and snaking around the building, which was pretty much the case at any open food place. "Let's go to WalMart," Stacy suggests. "As nasty as it sounds, maybe we can get McDonalds from there." I turned Milly towards Wally and off we went, surveying the damage all the while. We turned into WalMart and start towards a parking spot when we see a line coming out of Wal-Mart. Yes, on a day nowhere near Christmas, there was a line to get into WalMart, and people at the door who would only let in someone when someone else came out. It was insane. I shared a look with Stacy and we decided that it may be best just to try cafeteria food, and head back to campus.
Parts of Nac, including Stacy's place, did get power back by about 2 on Sunday, which was nice, although a very selfish part of me (and I believe many people) hoped it would stay out long enough to provide reason to cancel classes for Monday. Apparently, it did- we had no classes yesterday so that the campus could at least start the clean up efforts. In my opinion, there's too much debris to be cleaned up within a week, since there's some big trees that will have to be removed now. When you walk around campus now, you just see workers gathering up branches or cutting off precariously hanging limbs from the trees. Yeah- crazy.
Classes resumed today, which on the one hand was kinda sad, but on the other hand a good sign. I was impressed by the professors today, a lot of whom didn't have power at their homes but still showed up for work. Good for them- they get kudos for that one. Personally, I would've been a little less than eager to get up and go to work when I had to shower in the dark and leave kids home without even a television to entertain them, since the local school districts have been closed mostly for the rest of the week while power companies work to restore electricity.
So yeah- that was my weekend. My thoughts are with those in the hardest hit areas in Galveston and Houston.
Oh, and another little side-note: Don't get a Dell laptop. Like, just don't do it. Now, to add to the laundry list of problems I've been having with it, keys keep popping off or breaking, or both. My 'e' key is totally broken off, and my 'g' and 'd' keep popping off. *sigh* Stupid technology.
~r
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Light Shining Into My Window
Ah, another milestone has passed- I've begun my second year at university. The intensive summer band camp began last Monday (not the one two days ago, but the one a week and two days ago), and was heralded by rain. Lots of rain. It was kinda strange packing everything up again and moving out. Over the summer I had gotten so used to being back home- it was almost like I had never left. I managed to get my jobs, see my friends (although I'm sad it was only twice), and co-exist somewhat peacably with my family: pretty much like it was in high school, only not. It was kinda strange this year moving back in: it was just my dad helping me with my massive amount of stuff (and when I say massive, I do mean massive- 2 cars full!). My mom was at work all day and couldn't join us, which was kinda really sad. That probably also could be the reason that I didn't have sheets on my bed until roughly 11 that night, but in any case.
I have got to admit, this being my second year makes such a huge difference. For all that my credit hours made me a sophomore last semester, I've only begun to feel the changes of being a sophomore now. I feel older and wiser, and it makes me laugh to see the new freshmen making the same mistakes and errors in judgement that I did. That, and the fact that in every one of my classes, save one, I know somebody in it. Can you say yay? It makes it all the more compelling to go to class (as though skipping were an actual option for me). I now live in the top notch of housing, with my own bedroom with a locking door, and a full fridge and microwave- quite an improvement from my tiny mini fridge, community bathrooms, and a microwave down the long long hallway that I had last year!
So, I appologize in advance, but I MUST rant somewhere about the stupidity of some of my classes. That is to say, one in particular: teacher math. Math 128 is interim math for teachers, and supposedly should teach you how to teach math. Great, fine- whatever. I fully admit, there's been some new termanology added to the curriculum since I sat in the little student desks. It's great to learn something like lattice multiplication, which obviously helps the kids! However, what's not cool is learning the same stuff that my brother, a freshman in high school, is learning, only slower and a bit more dumbed down. Friends, I wanted to dig my brain out with a spork. Thinking about that class and sitting through an hour and a half of it makes me want to start the process even now! Near the end I was doing worksheets (which, by the way, were printed off a website geared for supplying teachers with worksheets to give to their elementary school students) that had no purpose, just so I didn't have to listen to the professor read the notes she had typed out from the book to the class. It astounds me just how little some people know, too. I know, I'm far from the norm around here: going from AP Calculus in my senior year to teacher math 2 is a bit of a jump in the wrong direction, according to most. But still... there were girls in my class utterly bewildered with the basic concepts of geometry that my teacher attempted to teach us. Terrible.
Anyway, i don't think I have much energy left to post more, so I'll say sionara for tonight. :)
~r
I have got to admit, this being my second year makes such a huge difference. For all that my credit hours made me a sophomore last semester, I've only begun to feel the changes of being a sophomore now. I feel older and wiser, and it makes me laugh to see the new freshmen making the same mistakes and errors in judgement that I did. That, and the fact that in every one of my classes, save one, I know somebody in it. Can you say yay? It makes it all the more compelling to go to class (as though skipping were an actual option for me). I now live in the top notch of housing, with my own bedroom with a locking door, and a full fridge and microwave- quite an improvement from my tiny mini fridge, community bathrooms, and a microwave down the long long hallway that I had last year!
So, I appologize in advance, but I MUST rant somewhere about the stupidity of some of my classes. That is to say, one in particular: teacher math. Math 128 is interim math for teachers, and supposedly should teach you how to teach math. Great, fine- whatever. I fully admit, there's been some new termanology added to the curriculum since I sat in the little student desks. It's great to learn something like lattice multiplication, which obviously helps the kids! However, what's not cool is learning the same stuff that my brother, a freshman in high school, is learning, only slower and a bit more dumbed down. Friends, I wanted to dig my brain out with a spork. Thinking about that class and sitting through an hour and a half of it makes me want to start the process even now! Near the end I was doing worksheets (which, by the way, were printed off a website geared for supplying teachers with worksheets to give to their elementary school students) that had no purpose, just so I didn't have to listen to the professor read the notes she had typed out from the book to the class. It astounds me just how little some people know, too. I know, I'm far from the norm around here: going from AP Calculus in my senior year to teacher math 2 is a bit of a jump in the wrong direction, according to most. But still... there were girls in my class utterly bewildered with the basic concepts of geometry that my teacher attempted to teach us. Terrible.
Anyway, i don't think I have much energy left to post more, so I'll say sionara for tonight. :)
~r
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