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I’ve been enrolled fulltime in college since January of 2005. I work hard at it and I currently have all A’s and one A- (i hate that teacher!) and am carrying a 3.95 gpa in grad school.  Some days (today being one of them) I hate it and can’t wait for it to end.  Then other days (today also being one of them) I realize that soon enough I’ll be done and then what in the world will I do with large chunks of my time? I always thought I would just read more books, do more freelancing, have some highpowered job to stress me out perhaps…but seriously I’m concerned with what I will do with that time.

Perhaps I’ll take up macrame and learn how to paint ceramics.  Oh wait..I’ll be a Grad school graduate..not an old lady….hmm let me rethink.

While writing a paper on how to implement workforces from different countries into one cohesive company (ya know…DIVERSITY!!) I came across this cultural blunder and HAD to share.

“Locum is a Swedish company. As most companies do at Christmas they sent out Christmas cards to customers. In 1991 they decided to give their logo a little holiday spirit by replacing the “o” in Locum with a heart. You can see the result…..” 

via this link where you can go see more!!!

Aren’t you glad I’m a serious college student?

I’m sitting at the computer writing yet another paper.  Chloe is sitting a few feet away basking in the sunshine coming through the window.  Rick is watching a pre-game show on TV.  I have my Ipod headphones in, listening to Jeff Buckley sing ”Lilac wine is sweet and heady, wheres my love”.  Oh this would be a lovely afternoon if not for the impending “Gap Analysis”.

edited to update: Chloe is licking my ankles.

I’m in a project management course.  Most of my fellow classmates read the syllabus screwy and didn’t understand things.  I thought it was all no big deal and pointed it out several times.  I communicated with the teacher to hang in there, his syllabus was fine but the peeps in class were dramatic.  I wrote to him and told him he was a fantastic teacher and I was learning much from him and not to let this “tough crowd” make him feel as though he wrote a poor syllabus.   I told him I didn’t get shaken up about life’s small things and for some reason I went on a tyrade and told him that my mother kicked me out at age 19.  I have no earthly idea why I told him except that I was on a roll and it fit what I was saying.  And probably because this year marks 18 years since she did that and it’s been in the back of mind a lot. 

Upon sharing with him he wrote back:

“Thank you for your compliment and kind words, despite a bit of confusion here and there in the class.  Thanks for taking it in stride.

 That is a very tough thing to hear from a mother, especially as a late teen.  I am glad you have taken it with the correct perspective.  I have certainly been able to ’see’ and sense your tenacity.  But you temper it just right with tact, respect, and humor in your communication.  Thank you very much.  I wish more people/students had that knack for blend.

 
Thanks again and best wishes.

He said I had tenacity?  Now there’s a quality that I admire and recently saw in someone else.  Me tenacious?  Wow…maybe so…

I spent 6 hours working on a paper last night until the wee hours. I’ve just spent another 3 hours.  I still have 3 more sections of this paper to write.

I’m not really having fun with school anymore.  It used to be fun.  Now…now it’s just more work.

My back hurts….from sitting at the desk chair for so many hours.  I’m pretty tired….weery…bleary……blah.

And to make matters worse…I’ve been off since last Wednesday.  So much time off…and I feel like crap.

Earlier tonight…Doug and his gf came to visit from Daytona.  Her ex-husband (what?  doesn’t everyone have one of those?) lives in St Pete and she is sharing custody.  I can relate.  So they came to pick up kids and stopped to visit san’s the kids.  She has 3, all under the age of 13.

Somewhere during the conversation on the back patio…Doug popped out with “You need to give Rick some kids!”

Hmm…and I thought that subject didn’t hurt anymore.

Me and my sore back are going to take our bleary tired eyes and typing fingers to bed.  Thank goodness for Tylenol PM.