I can't do it any more. I don't want to. I'm sick and tired and a bit fed up. I mean, enough is enough! Part of me wants to just end it all......
Down with feedback forms! I love the people in my writing class, and I love their stories. But I am SO TIRED of hashing out their stories over and over and over and over.... It just makes me tired and frustrated, and I feel like I'm more worried about filling in the blanks than I am about giving helpful feedback.
So yeah, I'll be up for a little while. More forms to fill out.
Usually I post a secret I found on this website on Sundays, because that's when they update the site. But today I feel like I should share one of my secrets.
But if I share it, I won't be mysterious any more. And I like having things that no one knows about me. So I'll put it like this, and you'll have to decide.
But if I share it, I won't be mysterious any more. And I like having things that no one knows about me. So I'll put it like this, and you'll have to decide.
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. I regret not attending my high school's graduation after-party.
2. I haven't watched most of the movies I own.
3. I suffer mildly from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder)
Mid-November Musings
Would you all like to know why I haven't written in such a long time? Well fear not, for I shall tell you!
Actually, I had this really long post about things, but then it got erased. And it was good, and I don't really feel like doing it all again. So, here are the highlights!
Work is crazy. I have double the number of papers to grade as usual, so of course it's taking me longer to get them finished. Students don't understand that.
Things with renewing my passport got tricky, but for the most part are worked out now. Hooray!
I'm still trying to find a ride home for Thanksgiving. And I really want to go!!!!!
I got into the screenwriting class that I really wanted to take. Life is so good! Otherwise, how can I emphasize in screenwriting? Oh wait, one class, nope, I couldn't do it. So now, things are better.
The Beatles are available on iTunes now. Weird. Although at $1.29 a song, I'll probably just get albums (the last 3 that I need) from Wal-mart or something. Besides, real Bee-atles fans already have their songs anyway, and don't need iTunes to supply them. Superfans know why I called them Bee-atles.
There are more ups and down in my life. But I don't want to get in to that now. So I won't.
Actually, I had this really long post about things, but then it got erased. And it was good, and I don't really feel like doing it all again. So, here are the highlights!
Work is crazy. I have double the number of papers to grade as usual, so of course it's taking me longer to get them finished. Students don't understand that.
Things with renewing my passport got tricky, but for the most part are worked out now. Hooray!
I'm still trying to find a ride home for Thanksgiving. And I really want to go!!!!!
I got into the screenwriting class that I really wanted to take. Life is so good! Otherwise, how can I emphasize in screenwriting? Oh wait, one class, nope, I couldn't do it. So now, things are better.
The Beatles are available on iTunes now. Weird. Although at $1.29 a song, I'll probably just get albums (the last 3 that I need) from Wal-mart or something. Besides, real Bee-atles fans already have their songs anyway, and don't need iTunes to supply them. Superfans know why I called them Bee-atles.
There are more ups and down in my life. But I don't want to get in to that now. So I won't.
Lest We Forget
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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Oh! You who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honour of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wroght
In Flanders Fields.
The World is Full of Pood Nuggens
Today is a day when everything is the worst. People are beyond ridiculous. Weather is schizophrenic. Either buildings on campus have cranked up the heat to combat the cold or the air conditioning is on from the summer. Everything FAILS. I'm just glad I don't work in a place that requires constant interaction with people. That wouldn't go well today.
Tomorrow I'll give you happy things to read.
Tomorrow I'll give you happy things to read.
Sunday Notes
Things I Learned Today:
I love the gospel of Jesus Christ (not really learned, but I had a good reminder of why I do)
Fall is nearly over.
Apple Tic Tacs are the worst things ever.
Orange Tic Tacs are addictive.
Sometimes life doesn't go the way I think it should, but it still makes me happy.
This summer, I should have played more video games.
I love the gospel of Jesus Christ (not really learned, but I had a good reminder of why I do)
Fall is nearly over.
Apple Tic Tacs are the worst things ever.
Orange Tic Tacs are addictive.
Sometimes life doesn't go the way I think it should, but it still makes me happy.
This summer, I should have played more video games.
The Foreigner
I haven't been very good at posting lately. I have the time, I just feel like I don't have a lot to say. Nothing crazy or out of the ordinary has happened. Oh wait. I rescind that last remark. Here's a good story for you....
Exposition: I am a foreigner. I have a job on campus. Foreign students can only work on campus, and can only work for a maximum of 20 hours a week.
Story: Last week was insane. I had a ton of papers to do, tons of midterms, and life, and a script, and something else. Madness. In all this madness, I accidentally wrote my work hours down wrong, and therefore they were submitted to the payroll secretary wrong, and therefore recorded down wrong. Not a grievous error, right? Easily corrected, you say. Nay.
Since that particular pay period ended the day before I submitted my hours, they were pretty set in stone. I hadn't realized the error of my ways until I received a nasty email from the International office, saying that had to cease and desist, that my visa was in jeopardy, and I was in danger of being deported. Say QUE???? So I checked my submitted hours, and there was my mistake. For some reason, I had included a block of time I'd scheduled a meeting into my work hours. Oops. And that little error had put me over 20 hours for the week. By FOUR MINUTES. Yes friends, nearly deported over 240 seconds. After a few frantic emails and one rather crabby Canadia, all was resolved. No longer any danger of deportation. I could resume work again.
I did lose 3 days of work, though. So that pile of work I have to do? Yeah, it's still not going away. Drat.
Exposition: I am a foreigner. I have a job on campus. Foreign students can only work on campus, and can only work for a maximum of 20 hours a week.
Story: Last week was insane. I had a ton of papers to do, tons of midterms, and life, and a script, and something else. Madness. In all this madness, I accidentally wrote my work hours down wrong, and therefore they were submitted to the payroll secretary wrong, and therefore recorded down wrong. Not a grievous error, right? Easily corrected, you say. Nay.
Since that particular pay period ended the day before I submitted my hours, they were pretty set in stone. I hadn't realized the error of my ways until I received a nasty email from the International office, saying that had to cease and desist, that my visa was in jeopardy, and I was in danger of being deported. Say QUE???? So I checked my submitted hours, and there was my mistake. For some reason, I had included a block of time I'd scheduled a meeting into my work hours. Oops. And that little error had put me over 20 hours for the week. By FOUR MINUTES. Yes friends, nearly deported over 240 seconds. After a few frantic emails and one rather crabby Canadia, all was resolved. No longer any danger of deportation. I could resume work again.
I did lose 3 days of work, though. So that pile of work I have to do? Yeah, it's still not going away. Drat.
Its......MONDAY
This week will be brutal. Lots of assignments to get done. Lots of work hours to put in. I'm trying to psych myself up for it.
I feel like I should have posted something interesting. I apologize for being the most boring blogger ever. I don't have any funny work stories, or cute kids, or even a cat who sleeps in sinks to post about.
I feel like I should have posted something interesting. I apologize for being the most boring blogger ever. I don't have any funny work stories, or cute kids, or even a cat who sleeps in sinks to post about.
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