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2012 14 September :: 6.49pm
:: Mood: sick
:: Music: Fun: Walking the Dog
I survived getting sick from my students/colleagues until the end of week three. I'll take it.
I'm getting back in the groove. Things seem more like a clusterfuck, but they seem easier.
I'm taking Old English this semester, for no other reason than it's a degree requirement for a linguistics credit. I'd rather take French. With that being said, apparently two hellish years of French have really beefed up my language skills, and it's going quite easily. Perhaps I'll be one of those people who knows like five (useful) languages eventually.
Thesis. Blech. I don't want to talk about it.
Teaching is going well. I get their first drafts of their first paper by Monday at midnight. We're having fun in class, and they're all really good kids. I expect at least a quarter of them will fail the first draft, but the good thing for them about English is that we offer revisions. Lots and lots of revisions.
Other things are going well, but clouding the periphery--union stuff, graduate literary journal, other groups, non-profit work, academic senate/the eboard for that, too, and now I'm enrolled in a teaching academy through the university (only about 15 people university-wide were selected in total).
PhD applications in a few months.
I guess I should go parse some Old English or grade some papers. What else is there to do while being sick on a Friday night?
I really honestly wish I would have been checking out my hair in the mirror or daydreaming or fiddling with the radio for the 1/10th of a second it would have taken to run that idiotic drunken fuck over.
Then I could just smile at this everyday drunk fuck fratboy bullshit and smile to myself. "I win drunk frat boys. I win".
As it is, it makes me want to strangle one of them at random.
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Jesus, their still drunk. Its been like five days?
6 months
Well were over the 6 month mark now and are officially living together :) I got the job at holland home and have been working as a nurse for 3 weeks now, loving it. Its a different feeling being in charge now, but def likeing the pay raise. Having two dogs is def been a struggle, hopefully they will adjust soon. Learning to share my house, has been harder for me then I thought since I have lived alone for so long. I just have to remember my sharing skills, I know I use to have them lol. House projects are coming alone, finally got my new floor in my dining room and painting the kitchen. Hopefully next month the new floor for the kitchen will be in. Already getting excited for halloween, thinking of having a halloween party this year. So happy with my life, looking forward to the future, maybe an engagement next year :)
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2012 17 August :: 8.48am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Fun: Carry On
School starts again in about a week. I'm able to get in my office on Monday (hopefully). I just had a student email me about the syllabus for class. I don't have it done. Prep week doesn't even start until next week, and I don't even officially get paid for my work until the week after that.
Lots of things going on. I'm the president of the Graduate Student Union this year. I'm on staff of our creative writing publication. I'm teaching, taking classes, writing my thesis, and on the board of a non-profit. I'm also probably doing a innovative teaching academy program, and applying to PhD programs. Of course, all of these things are unpaid, and when it's all said and done, I make less than minimum wage. Oh, the joys of higher education.
I think the biggest lesson I've learned with dieting so far is to just give up on making healthy shit taste good. For the most part it either already tastes good (fruits, meats, nuts) or you can make it taste slightly better with way to much effort (vegtables). Inevitable making it taste good usually makes it unhealthy anyway.
Extra processing time just makes it a pain in the ass to be on a diet. At the same time you'll never compete with the bag of pre-packaged chocolate-coated deep-fried butter-balls you really want to eat.
It makes it pretty simple to stay on the wagon when you concede the taste issue and push the convenience issue instead.
I should pen a health cook-book. Call it the lazy diet.
