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There is a God

Posted on September 7, 2005 by under School.    

School and work have both been stressing me out lately. So much so that I’ve neglected this blog. At least, I’m pretty fanatical about sending pictures from my camera phone right? So even though there’s hardly any updates anymore these days, you can at least expect that there will be new pictures each time you visit. Anyway, it seems that the storm has subsided – or so I hope. Knock on wood. I pray I haven’t jinxed myself and things will continue in this path. I guess that mostly applies to my work woes. School will continue to be relentless as always. The main source of misery for me has been Accounting. That class makes me want to jump off a bridge! The professor is great and all that. He is very knowledgeable about the subject. My problem is that the guy has no concept of the struggles of non-traditional students. He assigns homework like his class is the only class you’re taking and you don’t have a job. Hello?! I have a full load of 12 credit hours and with my fulltime work schedule, keeping up with the homework is almost impossible. I was going to say “challenging” but that would be a terrible understatement. So if I’m grumpy and crabby most of the time, you have my work and school stresses to blame. I feel so sorry for Brian for having to put up with me when I’m in one of my moods. I wish I could control my temperament but I can’t. You really wouldn’t want to be my husband. But hey, at least I have an excuse. So when school isn’t in session, I’m pretty tolerable. Or so I’d like to believe. Speaking of school, over the last week I’d been stressing over not becoming part of this one girl’s group for a project in one of my classes. We were part of the same group several semesters ago and she didn’t do anything! I didn’t want a repeat of that so, over the last week, I had been devising ways of avoiding being in her group. Believe it or not, I actually emailed a couple of people in my desperation. Much to my relief when groups started forming today, people just naturally migrated to grouping within their vicinity. I think I ended up with two good people. What a relief! I didn’t have to do any scheming after all.

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Protected: Let Me Explain

Posted on June 25, 2005 by under Poker, School.    

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A New Blog for A New Day

Posted on June 7, 2005 by under Life, School.    

(I know I wasn’t gone for that long, but I couldn’t stand the thought of not blogging. I can be still be entertaining without the raunch, I think. Not that the real blog is raunchy. It’s just more honest and uncensored.)

Yesterday was probably one of the worst I’ve had in a long time. You’ve all read the previous entry so you know that I’ve gone into hiding again. Just when the blog was starting to potentially become lucrative.

This is a new day and I’m starting a new blog. Brian calls this the “fluff” blog for those uptight folks who can’t handle the racy, graphic stuff. Incidentally, the raunchy stuff is still there. It’s just under lock and key now. If you want access, just email me (except for you, Ritchie; I have your request down already). Now that it’s private and I have the ability to choose who I grant access, it’s better than ever. I’ve always censored myself in a way. Now I won’t have to hold anything back. I may even put videos now. Just kidding. I make no promises. We’ll just have to wait and see where our mood takes us.

Possibly the worst part about yesterday is being late to class on the very first day. You all know how much I pride myself on my punctuality. As someone who comes to work at least a half an hour early, I really hate being late to anything. When 5:30 pm (which is what time my MW class starts) rolled around and I was still on the phone, I just wanted to cry. All I could do was send an email to the instructor, letting her know that I was running late.

When I finally got off the phone, I hastily closed down everything. Actually, the computer was taking forever to shut down so I just in the power button. On my way out, I debated whether or not I should even bother coming to class that day. I didn’t want to enter the room and disrupt the discussion. Although, it was the first day and I calculated that with going over the syllabus and the schedule I probably hadn’t missed much. So I made the decision to go. I figured that saving myself the embarrassment of being late probably wasn’t worth missing a day of class.

They were just finishing their first in-class exercise when I arrived. They hadn’t even gone over the syllabus and schedule yet. I was relieved that I had made the correct decision, quite a change as I am often apt to make wrong ones.

Sheryl was really understanding. She didn’t single me out or anything. Perhaps she felt that I felt bad enough. The embarrassment and internal agony was enough punishment for something that I didn’t even cause. Okay, so maybe my poor time management skills are at fault. I figured a half an hour would be sufficient to resolve the customer’s concern. Little did I know I was going to be dealing with a lunatic.

When I got home, I went straight to work on this “fluff” blog and password-protecting the other one. I had a glass of sangria to relieve some stress and to help me sleep. It didn’t work, though. I couldn’t get any sleep last night. I think I’m going to have two glasses tonight and see if that works better.

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I’m a Dodohead

Posted on May 18, 2005 by under School.    

BLAW FINAL by Ching

So I got a 115 out of a possible 120 on my Business Law final yesterday, despite having studied for the exam an hour before I was supposed to take it. I worked on my study guide on Sunday night and Monday night but never had time to actually read through it until I got home from work on Tuesday. I read through my study guide for like five minutes and told Brian to quiz me. I was so totally clueless that Brian was almost concerned.

“What types of claims does Social Security cover?”

“Ummm.. Old age.. Disability.. And something else.”

Brian does this airplane thing with his hand complete with crashing sound effects.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a clue.”

“And?”

“We watch it every Thursday.”

“CSI?” I asked with a perplexed look on my face. Like, what the hell does CSI have to do with Social Security?

“Survivors!” He exclaims rolling his eyes.

“Oh, duh?! That makes sense! Social Security covers three types of claims: old age, survivors and disability. I get it.”

At this point he thinks I am hopeless. And I’m thinking maybe he is right.

“What year was Title VII of the Civil Rights Act passed?”

“He’s not going to ask that.”

“He might.”

“Trust me. He won’t.”

“Give me the year.”

“I don’t know it.”

“You should. It protects you.”

“Well, I know the ADEA was passed in 1967 and the ADA, which protects you, was passed in 1991.”

I didn’t mean to insult him, but he was frustrating me. I didn’t really mean to insult him. I was trying to be funny. Anyway, we both busted up laughing. That’s what makes us so compatible. Brian is probably the only person in this world who gets me. I’m glad that he laughs at my jokes because if doesn’t, no one will.

So I decided to break down and finally share the stupid remark I said at the KANSEL fundraiser. The trivia question was “Elvis had a concert in which foreign country?” Our choices were Mexico, Canada, and Germany. Everyone at the table was rooting for Germany.

You know how I have a knack for saying the dumbest things. I go, “Did they even have planes back then?”

Jackie goes, “What’s wrong with you child?” She’s an older lady, so just picture her saying that. It was hilarious! Brian and I, who are used to my verbal diarrhea both cracked up.

Puhleeeze! I knew they had airplanes back then. The true question is, could he even fit in one? There is no way a plane could transport him all the way to Germany. But then I guess that all depends what era of Elvis’s life we are talking about.

At any rate, the answer was Canada.

So feel free to think I’m an idiot, you all. It’s cool. I’m used to it. I just can’t help the things that come out of my mouth sometimes (or the things that go in for that matter, lol).

Do I need to remind you all of the time that I said “Will you eat my biscuit?” and totally meant it in a non-sexual way? And then last Saturday, when Vinny (the chemical engineer) commented on how I had been rubbing Brian’s eyebrows for several minutes and that the hair would probably fall out soon, I declared to everyone who cared to listen that I liked rubbing things.

The verbal diarrhea is really becoming a problem. I should just try to keep my mouth shut from now on because there’s no telling what will come out of it next. … P.S. Bunz, Jen beat you to the last movie quote. P.P.S. I’m linking to Jen’s Flickr album instead of crankymonkey.com because the site is still down.

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Curve Balls and Such

Posted on April 22, 2005 by under School.    

My best-laid plans are foiled again! I just found out today that we have very important training going on at work at the end of May. This just happens to coincide with the two-week pre-session class that I had planned to take this summer. So I cannot take MGMT 633 (Building Effective Work Teams). Just as well. Nine credit hours for a summer semester is a lot anyway. As it stands, I will have one Accounting class and one Management class for a total of six credit hours this summer. I just wanted to hurry and get my Management minor out of the way before the fall. I guess, I’ll just have to do some creative scheduling and take twelve credit hours this fall instead of the nine that I originally planned. Fall semester will be pretty hectic. Sigh. But I think I will manage.

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