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Most often my classmates are not always all that smart and since everyone thinks they can get a Masters…..sometimes people enroll and this turns out to be not true for certain enrollee’s.  One of my team classmates posted this sentence today in our joint learning forum.

“…that may be true I just tend to over think and overdue things at time and sense I’m seeking an A I was willing to do so”

He wanted to put together a chart that was not required of the assignment.  Since when do we add more work to what we’re meant to do?  I find school to be on the mark.  The professor gives you an assignment you do what the professor wants of you, you get an A.  You add to it or interpret the assignment you’re own way…and it is always a disaster.  College is very much about following the rules of the boss and the teacher is always boss.

This dude can’t even properly use his spell check. (which is a free feature of the system)  SENCE I think he’s stupid I’m doing the assignment as stated, not with a chart or his stupid bullshit ideas….ie: my own “A” way….SINCE I do get A’s.  (oh check me with my big headedness…..lol….but SINCE I can spell…I overruled him!)

p.s. I think he meant “over do” not “overdue” too…and “times not time”…gahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucktard.

Oh my gosh how I struggled. I spent hours upon hours agonizing over gap analysis and benchmarking and learning all the new tables I had to learn. I told Rick I was not going to get the same grades in my Masters program. I told myself not to be dissapointed and to just struggle through and put forth more effort than I had in the past.

Oh…Rick, when I told you I wasn’t going to get A’s …oh how I lied.  Can you say “My wife got an A in her first masters class!”…oh I know you can. Now say it loud because I did and I’m so excited and you’re busy at work not answering your cellphone so I just had to blog about it.

Now that I’m in midair between my undergraduate program and my Masters program, I am largely bored.  I should have tons of time to blog, but it seems I’ve forgotten how to waste time effectively.  I have been reading quite a few books and you’d think I’d want to somehow document this time, but again, no such desire.

I spend my time taking long baths, reading, thinking about all the things I should be doing with all this free time, and just as I’ve always know about myself, when I have too much time on my hands, I grow bored, lethargic and un-useful.  

I have spent the majority of today doing nothing but

Washing dishes

Wondered what happened to Akismet??

Eating rice pudding

Washing comforter

Cleaning spilled mess off of living room floor (mess spilled so long ago, it was dried up in a corner where I didn’t see it!)

Read other people’s blogs

Downloaded some new songs on the Ipod

Took a long hot bath

Read two chapters in bath

Got dressed

Realized we have lost $7k in value on our house in a mere 10 months!! (zillow.com I both love and HATE you!!)

Told Rick about the $ 7K loss

Even though I said to myself, “myself, lets not tell him”

Myself did not listen

Realize that that’s the same $7k the government just gave us

We’re still even?

Shopped realtor.com and saw house I fell in love with for NOW $25k less than what we paid, with a fireplace

Put slipper socks on my cold feet

Lamented no fireplace

Wasted a lot of time

Checked student website for my last grade to post (sprinkle this one throughout my entire day!)

Think about stupid rule that says must be in “GR” status (graduated) to begin Masters program

Managed to blog

Will eat some dinner soon

The End

Since I have nothing else to stress about at the moment, aside from 7k loss, must get last grade posted to begin rush status to be in gr status so I can start spending my Sunday’s studying.  I am fucked in the head because apparently I hate all this free time. 

The REAL End

I wrote this for a Creative Writing class I took a few months ago. I love her with the heat of a thousand suns, she shines in my heart with the brightness of a million moons in the night sky.  This was my meek attempt to capture her essence.  The assignment called for a poem with concrete details. I got an A.

chloe