So, now I'm in between quarters and it has been recently brought to my attention by one of my adoring fans (har har) that I have neglected my blog. Quite right, my friend, quite right! I tried to explain that I had gotten burnt out at about the sixth week of the 8-week Summer quarter, but just ended up talking out the side of my neck.
Truth be told, I was figuratively holding my breath throughout that first quarter at Cal Poly and now my skin has a figuratively bluish tint to it. I just exhaled after the quarter was over and ran in the opposite direction of educational responsibility is all.
Well, now I have less than a week before the Fall Quarter of 2007 starts and they're saying (although I have no idea who "they" are) that there are going to be 16,000 students in attendance this quarter. So much for sanity. Or my tolerance level tapering off much either. Oh well. I give -- NOT! The day I give into the world of money-grubbing-daddy's-credit-card-using-not-attending-class-wannabe college students is the day I LITERALLY hold my breath for an entire quarter. At least I won't be alive to see it... and obviously my sarcastic wit is still in tact after all this time.
Got my books, now in search of THE backpack of a lifetime. Wow, my world has gotten so small. Tee-hee, I'm loving it all the way.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
duh...what's my name?
I have a cold--for the first time in over TWO YEARS. This is a SIGN. I am stressed. I cannot think straight. I must be in college. Two plus Two is definitely starting to look like 22, and my brain is mush with over 3 weeks to go. Didn't think I was that tired or stressed, but apparently, being a Cal Poly student AND having a life is not possible for this woman. Although I try -- let's see what else I can fit onto my plate. Aw, heck, just gimme a platter!
Friday, July 6, 2007
THE THINGS WE DO FOR SCIENCE
As if I don't feel enough like an experiment in my daily life, I'm sitting here in the public library (sans home internet connection, which I am very sad about -- well, okay, I'm permanently pouting over it) producing another entry for this blog as I sit with 3 other windows up on the computer.
I'm in the process of trying-really-hard-to-not-try-too-hard to do my extra credit assignment for my "Culinary Science" class (at least that's my newfound nickname for it.) The instructor wants us to look up what "conching and tempering" of chocolate mean. Hey, at least it's mildly interesting, since it focuses on one of my major obsessions: sweets.
On another note: I just spoke with a woman whom I shall call "S," who was a former Cal Poly Student, Graduate Student, and is in the throes of trying-real-hard-to-figure-out-how-to-write-a-thesis-and-have-a-life.
S. and I share one thing in common: domestic responsibilities. Having been a re-entry student and acclimating myself to the fact that I obviously don't look like a re-entry student (e.g. no one glances at me twice on campus even though I exceeded the normal undergraduate age about seven years ago), I am now pursuing the arduous task of figuring out how to balance a FULL home life with a student schedule. I realize that I am not the average Poly student. I know this (hence, the reason for this blog.) However, as was pointed out to me by S., it is within the realm of reason to assume no one -- outside of my immediate circle of friends and acquaintances-- cares. Not that they should. I'm sure at this hour, most of my classmates are busy figuring out which color and style of shirt will show the least amount of beer stains from the kegger patrol they plan on appointing themselves to for the evening.
Ha -- NOW I feel better -- poking fun at the true Poly Dollies always fixes me just fine.
So, boys and girls, can you spell i.g.n.o.r.a.c.e.i.s.b.l.i.s.s.????
I'm in the process of trying-really-hard-to-not-try-too-hard to do my extra credit assignment for my "Culinary Science" class (at least that's my newfound nickname for it.) The instructor wants us to look up what "conching and tempering" of chocolate mean. Hey, at least it's mildly interesting, since it focuses on one of my major obsessions: sweets.
On another note: I just spoke with a woman whom I shall call "S," who was a former Cal Poly Student, Graduate Student, and is in the throes of trying-real-hard-to-figure-out-how-to-write-a-thesis-and-have-a-life.
S. and I share one thing in common: domestic responsibilities. Having been a re-entry student and acclimating myself to the fact that I obviously don't look like a re-entry student (e.g. no one glances at me twice on campus even though I exceeded the normal undergraduate age about seven years ago), I am now pursuing the arduous task of figuring out how to balance a FULL home life with a student schedule. I realize that I am not the average Poly student. I know this (hence, the reason for this blog.) However, as was pointed out to me by S., it is within the realm of reason to assume no one -- outside of my immediate circle of friends and acquaintances-- cares. Not that they should. I'm sure at this hour, most of my classmates are busy figuring out which color and style of shirt will show the least amount of beer stains from the kegger patrol they plan on appointing themselves to for the evening.
Ha -- NOW I feel better -- poking fun at the true Poly Dollies always fixes me just fine.
So, boys and girls, can you spell i.g.n.o.r.a.c.e.i.s.b.l.i.s.s.????
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