Woo-hoo! c(: )
That's a cowboy smiley face, in liu of the fact that I'm off to the lone star state tomorrow night!
Here's my plan:
Get some free textbooks, pass out some résumés, shake hands, eat tasty free food, listen to kicky country music, buy a cowboy hat, get a tan, and meet a cowboy. Okay, expecially meet a cowboy.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
OMG...I have no idea how anyone finished this paper! I've been writing and writing and writing and it's so boring and I still haven't finished. I'm determined to finish it tonight, even if it's horrible. Now, I know how to write a paper since I wrote many at Wash U. But this is a technical paper- I have to connect and rewrite all aspects of my teaching, applying theory and cite books and journals. I'm putting myself to sleep:)!!
So, here's my question:
When have you given up on a paper and just turned it in? What kind of paper can't you write because it's so dull?
So, here's my question:
When have you given up on a paper and just turned it in? What kind of paper can't you write because it's so dull?
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Mid-week update with Nicole:
-My dad finished his mosaic commemorating the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. He said that the grouting made all the difference and my mom is going to allow it to be displayed in the house. If you can tell me something more bizarre than that, I'll send you a postcard from Minnesota.
-My 40-something page paper was due on Tuesday. Right now it looks like I'll be done by Monday.
-My hair is grows freakishly fast. Honestly. I died it auburn less than two weeks ago and my roots are already a centimeter long.
-Is a computer program like Flash really a timesaver in teaching? I propose not, since it will take me years to understand why I can delete everything by touching one button (and to remember which button that is).
-I'm going to a national conference next week in Texas. I keep forgetting! I get to miss three days of class AND I will get tons of free books on ESL. I hope I can also, somehow, get a tan and meet a cowboy.
-The days of Starbucks are back. I spent five hours there today...it reminded me of college days;)
-I'm really tired of the news cycle right now. It's like a double scoop of depression. Can we please have some debate about a positive issue? Here's the topic: which political party can cure cancer first?
-I'm addicted to Lindt truffles.
-I'm semi-ashamed to say that I've been watching American Idol while I study. The singers are so good, though! I'm partial to Anthony and Nadia. The girl from the farm is so toothpaste commercial.
-If you read this and you happen to see a job listing for an elementary ESL teacher in your area, please tell me. I'm open to moving anywhere! And I'm a girl who needs options.
-My dad finished his mosaic commemorating the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. He said that the grouting made all the difference and my mom is going to allow it to be displayed in the house. If you can tell me something more bizarre than that, I'll send you a postcard from Minnesota.
-My 40-something page paper was due on Tuesday. Right now it looks like I'll be done by Monday.
-My hair is grows freakishly fast. Honestly. I died it auburn less than two weeks ago and my roots are already a centimeter long.
-Is a computer program like Flash really a timesaver in teaching? I propose not, since it will take me years to understand why I can delete everything by touching one button (and to remember which button that is).
-I'm going to a national conference next week in Texas. I keep forgetting! I get to miss three days of class AND I will get tons of free books on ESL. I hope I can also, somehow, get a tan and meet a cowboy.
-The days of Starbucks are back. I spent five hours there today...it reminded me of college days;)
-I'm really tired of the news cycle right now. It's like a double scoop of depression. Can we please have some debate about a positive issue? Here's the topic: which political party can cure cancer first?
-I'm addicted to Lindt truffles.
-I'm semi-ashamed to say that I've been watching American Idol while I study. The singers are so good, though! I'm partial to Anthony and Nadia. The girl from the farm is so toothpaste commercial.
-If you read this and you happen to see a job listing for an elementary ESL teacher in your area, please tell me. I'm open to moving anywhere! And I'm a girl who needs options.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Since I still have 45 minutes until class starts and I don't feel like working anymore, I'm going to write about the bizarre dream I had last night. It is really starting to creep me out as I continue to think about it.
Okay, I'm pregnant. I'm having Joshua Lyman's baby (think West Wing). He's bouncing around in the cute, frenetic way he always does, suggesting obsurd names for our baby. I shoot them all down, because I've known what I've wanted to name a baby for the past 5 years (in reality, too). So I give him my speech about why the only choices are Odette Magdalen and Tate Henry. Then we're at a completely existential hostpital: there are no numbers on the doors and no one is there but us, lost, roaming through the halls, looking for a doctor because my water has broken. Then suddenly, I'm looking down at a surreal amusement park on a pier and flying over it as I get closer to a modern, white house on the edge of a cliff. Then the scene jumps to a basement. I'm alone and I give birth to a Life cereal box. I open the box and inside is the baby, but it's made of glass and instead of a heart, there is cream of wheat. And then I start to cry quietly because that means my baby is dead.
What could that possibly mean? I don't think that all dreams mean something, but I know that they're reflective of the ideas that are in one's subconscious during the waking day. Well, I've been watching a lot of the West Wing, but nothing else is vaguely familiar or relevant to my life right now. One of my biggest fears, though, is an unhealthy baby. But, honestly, I'm only 23 and I can't even find a man. Before I got out of bed, I tried to im imagine opening the box and finding a living baby (I always try to rewrite bad dreams), but I couldn't. I'm not sad about it...I feel kind of numb and depressed by the whole idea, though.
Has anyone ever had a prophetic dream? Or one that was creepy but meant nothing at all? Please comment:)
Okay, I'm pregnant. I'm having Joshua Lyman's baby (think West Wing). He's bouncing around in the cute, frenetic way he always does, suggesting obsurd names for our baby. I shoot them all down, because I've known what I've wanted to name a baby for the past 5 years (in reality, too). So I give him my speech about why the only choices are Odette Magdalen and Tate Henry. Then we're at a completely existential hostpital: there are no numbers on the doors and no one is there but us, lost, roaming through the halls, looking for a doctor because my water has broken. Then suddenly, I'm looking down at a surreal amusement park on a pier and flying over it as I get closer to a modern, white house on the edge of a cliff. Then the scene jumps to a basement. I'm alone and I give birth to a Life cereal box. I open the box and inside is the baby, but it's made of glass and instead of a heart, there is cream of wheat. And then I start to cry quietly because that means my baby is dead.
What could that possibly mean? I don't think that all dreams mean something, but I know that they're reflective of the ideas that are in one's subconscious during the waking day. Well, I've been watching a lot of the West Wing, but nothing else is vaguely familiar or relevant to my life right now. One of my biggest fears, though, is an unhealthy baby. But, honestly, I'm only 23 and I can't even find a man. Before I got out of bed, I tried to im imagine opening the box and finding a living baby (I always try to rewrite bad dreams), but I couldn't. I'm not sad about it...I feel kind of numb and depressed by the whole idea, though.
Has anyone ever had a prophetic dream? Or one that was creepy but meant nothing at all? Please comment:)
Monday, March 21, 2005
So this week it became obvious to me that my family solves a disaster with comfort food. I had three nights of Easter-sized meals that left me feeling incredible carbed (my new verb) and lazy. And guess what? I have a 40 page paper due tomorrow! It's such a good thing that I asked for an extension until Friday because I've only written 5 pages so far. But, I could definitely pull something like that off when I was at Wash U, so why am I worrying, right? Well, this (graduate school) feels just a little bit more professional and, yikes, important to my future. So I'm nervous. I rented all of season 3 of the West Wing because I can't work in silence or with music. If I do that, I get completely up in my head and have a semi-nervous/existential crisis like those I had at Starbucks last year (some of you guys were there...it wasn't pretty and I was spending hundreds on frappucchinos). Anyway, season three is sooo good. I'm just feeling kind of sick of school. I mean, I haven't lived real-life yet. I can't believe that my mom and dad both stayed in school until they were 30- that's crazy! At least I'll be done this summer. I'm thinking about getting a job in the East, like New York State or New England. I miss quaint colonial references, clapboard houses, the ocean, and the quiet social reservation. The Midwest really feels isolating sometimes because we're so stuck in the middle of all of the land.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
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You're beautiful and you have a great personality. You're a liberal with your views and you don't put morals before everything. You're probably a great wife or girlfriend, and you know how to make sure that the ones you love are happy. You're probably fun in a conversation and I'm sure that you are as loveable as you are beautiful.
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