So I do continue to feel bad about the bird's nest in my van's engine. My dad cleaned it out and there was no signs the bird that built it ever used it. But still...
It is Grey Cup Sunday in Canada. Which is like the equal, albeit on a much much much smaller scale of Super Bowl Sunday. But still, apparently, a reason for a national drinking party. Which I don't quite get why people who care nothing about football suddenly get excited over one game. But oh well. My dad was having a few people over to watch the game but I declined the invite. I am tired and grumpy today. And trying to get caught up on 3 assignments. One more week of classes. Then the final. And likely an F. Thursday was the withdraw date. Why didn't I withdraw?
In other news, I looked at a spanking red TV at a store the other day while I was loitering, waiting on the pharmacists to fix my messed up order. We had a small argument about it and now I am looking for a new pharmacy as this is like the 100th mess up in the past year. But more than that, I thought she was unnecessarily rude to me. The drama never ends. I gave this pharmacy another chance after briefly going to Walmart then feeling guilty for being pumping more money into Walmart at the expense of an independent local store. But I think I will go back to Walmart. Anyways I am sidetracked here--because I am still mad at the pharmacist and can't let it go, apparently--but I saw a pretty, bright RED tv and since my current bedroom TV is on the fritz and I am depressed and buying something will misguidedly cheer me up momentarily, I am going to get the TV tomorrow I have decided.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Crazy!
Found under the hood of my van this morning. Considering it gets driven nearly every day when I go to school and just took me 1300 km roudtrip 2 weekends ago I went to my cousin's wedding, it is amazing there hasn't been a fire.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
School continues to consume all my time and has me on the verge of a meltdown most days it seems. 2 more weeks of classes then the final. I joked to a friend today in an email that next semester I won't be taking anything related to programming but instead will enroll in something like the history of furniture--which is a course that is offered. He cautioned me that the mixing of furniture eras might be intense. So I am now unsure what to enroll in. I really must find myself a program to register in as academic drifting, as appealing as it seemed at the beginning of this semester, is clearly not working for me. Since I enjoyed my art history course in the spring so much--and more importantly it didn't break my brain as my attempts to learn C++ is doing--I think I will just go back to that for the winter term.
I have had a difficult time getting the accomodations I require. Something that has me confused as in the spring it was no issue. I suspect the Accessibility Office is understaffed and therefore I might not be the only one falling through the cracks. But the lack of support has made this semester much more difficult than it needed to be. Finally after realizing I was either going to have to withdraw the course or risk a very real chance of getting an F, I decided to go see the professor. Which was not an easy decision as I have found him somewhat difficult to deal with. I had sent him a few emails earlier in the semester explaining that I was falling behind and wondering if there was a way to salvage the course. He replied to them all, but somewhat in a somewhat bizarre fashion, managed to always ignore my concerns and reply about things that had nothing to do with what I had just written.
But last week, I finally decided to go and see him in his office and appeal to him for some brief extensions. And while I admit that I am a terrible slacker and in the past have possibly abused the goodwill of extensions granted to me, in this case I honestly required them. I have been working my butt off in the course. And I have never gotten such bad greats for such a big effort lol. My meeting with the prog turned out to be a good thing, although it nearly turned into a disaster when I broke down and started crying. I think he was so appalled that he would have agreed to any accomodations or extensions just to get me to stop. Or to get me out of his office :/ We did come to an agreement, although he did try to encourage me to withdraw and try the course again next semester, but told me I could continue to come to class and get help from him. I haven't yet decided what to do. But for now I am going to continue. He is a good guy and I have to take back some cursing I did about him when he didn't seem to be understanding my emails. I think I just had to go make the connection in person. I should have done it earlier in the semester. I may not be sitting at 52% if I had. Oh well.
I have had a difficult time getting the accomodations I require. Something that has me confused as in the spring it was no issue. I suspect the Accessibility Office is understaffed and therefore I might not be the only one falling through the cracks. But the lack of support has made this semester much more difficult than it needed to be. Finally after realizing I was either going to have to withdraw the course or risk a very real chance of getting an F, I decided to go see the professor. Which was not an easy decision as I have found him somewhat difficult to deal with. I had sent him a few emails earlier in the semester explaining that I was falling behind and wondering if there was a way to salvage the course. He replied to them all, but somewhat in a somewhat bizarre fashion, managed to always ignore my concerns and reply about things that had nothing to do with what I had just written.
But last week, I finally decided to go and see him in his office and appeal to him for some brief extensions. And while I admit that I am a terrible slacker and in the past have possibly abused the goodwill of extensions granted to me, in this case I honestly required them. I have been working my butt off in the course. And I have never gotten such bad greats for such a big effort lol. My meeting with the prog turned out to be a good thing, although it nearly turned into a disaster when I broke down and started crying. I think he was so appalled that he would have agreed to any accomodations or extensions just to get me to stop. Or to get me out of his office :/ We did come to an agreement, although he did try to encourage me to withdraw and try the course again next semester, but told me I could continue to come to class and get help from him. I haven't yet decided what to do. But for now I am going to continue. He is a good guy and I have to take back some cursing I did about him when he didn't seem to be understanding my emails. I think I just had to go make the connection in person. I should have done it earlier in the semester. I may not be sitting at 52% if I had. Oh well.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I am not very good at keeping this updated, again....
No much exciting going on. About 3 more weeks of classes then I will have some free time to procrastinate with again.
Today my cat ate half a chicken ceasar salad when nobody was looking.
This weekend I went away on a female retreat thing. Long story but my sister and I went along with 10 other women. I have never done anything like this before. And I won't again. I don't know if there is something wrong with me but I really just don't do the whole female bonding thing well. Frankly, I spent most of the weekend annoyed at everybody. One thing that struck me is that most of the participants (married with an average of two children) spent most of the weekend talking about how relaxing it was to get a break from their husbands and children. They look forward to these two weekends (the retreats are held in the spring and fall) as a massive escape/chance to relax/take a break from their everyday lives. And maybe because having a husband and children are foreign concepts to me, I can't truly understand. But I can say it made me relieved that I don't have said husband or children.
Not to be all negative, there were good things about the weekend. We stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast in the mountains and it was mostly accessible for me. The food was good. There was booze. But I honestly felt like I was 13 again and at a slumber party. I don't want to go to another one of these retreats and watch chick flicks, talk about sex, eat chocolate, get a pedicure. I can't handle it lol.
I wonder if I should be kicked out of the sisterhood of being a woman?
No much exciting going on. About 3 more weeks of classes then I will have some free time to procrastinate with again.
Today my cat ate half a chicken ceasar salad when nobody was looking.
This weekend I went away on a female retreat thing. Long story but my sister and I went along with 10 other women. I have never done anything like this before. And I won't again. I don't know if there is something wrong with me but I really just don't do the whole female bonding thing well. Frankly, I spent most of the weekend annoyed at everybody. One thing that struck me is that most of the participants (married with an average of two children) spent most of the weekend talking about how relaxing it was to get a break from their husbands and children. They look forward to these two weekends (the retreats are held in the spring and fall) as a massive escape/chance to relax/take a break from their everyday lives. And maybe because having a husband and children are foreign concepts to me, I can't truly understand. But I can say it made me relieved that I don't have said husband or children.
Not to be all negative, there were good things about the weekend. We stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast in the mountains and it was mostly accessible for me. The food was good. There was booze. But I honestly felt like I was 13 again and at a slumber party. I don't want to go to another one of these retreats and watch chick flicks, talk about sex, eat chocolate, get a pedicure. I can't handle it lol.
I wonder if I should be kicked out of the sisterhood of being a woman?
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