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| So, I woke up 2.5 hours early JUST to miss my anthropology class. It was the weirdest thing. I woke up, got dressed and ready for school, went to school, sat in the library until my class started (usually I do homework or read at around this time), and low and behold, I found myself late for class. It didn't hit me until I stood outside the door of my lecture room while pondering WHY my anthropology teacher was early today (he never is, actually he's always about 5-10 minutes late). I had my hand on the door knob, but out of fear of disrupting a class that in session (and being stared at while walking in late), I decided to not go to class.
I've never been so careless in my life. Especially with schedules that I have down so well that I could recite my monday through friday busy and free hours in my sleep. Today, not so much. I'd like to blame the book I was reading (Dark Fear by Harlen Coben ....GET IT!), but I was fully aware of the time. Truth be told, I don't like my anthropology class. I mean, I LOVE anthropology, it's a new interest of mine that I wanted to gain more knowledge of, but my teacher is so unenthusiastic. My friend Lyndsey and I were talking about our anthropology teachers and she told me that her old anthropology teacher in Parkland was like a real-life Indiana Jones. I told her my anthropology teacher is like Indiana Jones alcoholic, underachieving, senile brother that rolls out of a clothes hamper every morning and trudges to work. He stares at the ceiling the entire time he's teaching as if there's something to look at on the ceiling. He wears the same clothes, ...possibly daily. His tone is that of a person who calls the suicide hotline on a regular basis. The only good thing about the class is that there's 3 assignments (book report, midterm, and final) and you could easily ace the class by attending only TWO sessions (book report and midterm days). I'm all for the easy A, but y'know, I kind wanted to work for it as it's a subject I'm actually interested in.
Ah well, I missed one day, I'm not missing anything important. He does the same stuff each lecture day: he walks in, complains about how big the class is (it's not that big, it's a classroom, not a lecture hall), opens an already open window because it's stuffy in the room, schedules people to do their oral book report on the next opening thursday class, talks about the book report and about what topics you could read about (this goes on for 20 minutes), and finally, tells us what anthropology is (as if we don't already know). It's like clock-work.
I think it's time for him to retire, what do you think???
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| I keep saying I'll keep this updated, and then I keep forgetting to do so. Sorry about that. School, work and life can get the best of me sometimes. So, I'm on my final year... and I'm scared shitless! The real world is such an ugly place, but we all got to dive in head first, right? Well, I'm just not ready for it. I don't know if it's because I'm not ready, or I feel like I didn't get to enjoy my time before entering adulthood, or I'm just not up for it. The whole having to find a job, getting into professional school, being on your own thing sucks. I've gotten a taste of it upon getting into college and let me tell you, I don't like it. We spend most of our adolescent lives complaining about being held back from doing what we want to do and once we get that chance, we want to crawl back inside mommy's womb (yucky thought, I know). I don't know, I like to blame the much older adults who complain about life regularly. They make it sound so... undesirable that it freaks me out. Hopefully this thought won't stay very long. I want to be grown up and independent, but I'm too much of a kid to accept it yet. | | |
| I know I'm about 2 days late, but I'm really saddened by this, but I just recently found out that Golden Girls star Estelle Getty (who portrayed Sophia Petrillo) died two days ago. Some of you may not know this, but I'm a big fan of Golden Girls, it's one of my favorite shows out of the late '80s and it's a tremendous disappointment losing such a talented actress. She suffered from a form of dementia the last several years of her life and it's comforting to know that she is no longer suffering. Rest in Peace, Estelle Getty. | | |
| So, for those of you who don't know what the GRE is, it's the Graduate Record Examination you'll have to take if you are considering going to Graduate School. I'm scheduled to take it on the 31st and let me tell you, I'm all studied out. It's funny how when you get to college you take everything seriously out of fear of performing horribly, but in high school, you don't take everything as seriously, but wind up performing relatively well. Well, I guess that's the case for me. I'm not sure about anybody else. Well, back to the GRE, I have to learn over 400+ vocabulary words, brush up on my basic math skills, and be sure I don't sound like a prattling (GRE VOCAB!) fool while writing an essay. The studying is horrifically arduous (GRE VOCAB!) and I'm inches away from just taking the exam in a perfunctory (GRE VOCAB!) manner. Though doing so may make me appear to be obtuse (GRE VOCAB!), I feel it'll make me appear audacious (GRE VOCAB!) and heh, isn't that the way to be nowadays? Anywho, if anybody is looking to take the GRE and is wanting advice, feel free to ask me. PS: Yes, that was a cheap ploy to utilize GRE vocab in everyday life. PPS: Yes, I am losing my mind. PPPS: No, I won't take a $140 exam just to fail it and utilize my failure to be recklessly bold. That's not in my nature. I don't squander (GRE VOCAB!) money like some ridiculously superficial and irresponsible family members I know. PPPPS: Yes, that was my last attempt to utilize GRE vocab in everyday life. Feel free to make fun of me as much as you like. | | |
| So yeah, I'm not dead. School takes president over my life when it starts. I do apologize though, I've been meaning to keep this xanga up-to-date, but you know how it is. It's a chain of events really. If it's not school, it's work, if it's not work, it's family issues, if it's not family issues, it's something else. To keep things short and sweet, I'll bring you all up to speed: School started... classes were a lot harder than I expected it to be. Lost a lot of sleep. Older sister went crazy. Not speaking to her. Miss my nieces and nephew. Break. Worst Christmas EVER. Most depressing New Years ever. Saw my old friend BJ, though. That was okay. School continues. Classes were easier, but still required attention. Doubled my workload at my job. Needed the money. Older sister is still crazy. Brother-in-law, just as crazy. Turned 22 on March 23. My cousin is an ungrateful douchebag. My younger sister bought her first car. Our cat died. Got a new cat 3 weeks later. School ended. Staying an extra year. Still need to declare my minors. Depressed about graduating next year. Still feel like a kid. Did I mention my cousin's a douchebag? So, if that's not emo enough, then I don't know what is. Haha. Seriously though, I'm a little better. 2007 was just the worst year. I mean, I lost my grandmother, my older sister is out of her mind, and everything has gone to shit that year. I try to make things better, but it blows back into my face. I really shouldn't be surprised about this, but for some reason, it always is. We're already half way through 2008. Nothing really eventful has happened yet, but I know not to get my hopes up for anything good. | | |
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