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I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn. And we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them, and we help them in return.
--Stephen Schwartz, "For Good"

Occasionally I find myself thinking about the people I've met and the experiences I've had and wondering why those people crossed my path and how and why I've come to be where I am. I started thinking about that again this morning, especially about the people and events of the last two years. Here's what I've come up with:

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Finals Week

One final down (87.5), three to go. The only one I'm worried about is my Astronomy final. The professor has made the course far harder than any introductory course should be. I've always been an A/B student, but I'll settle a D or better in Astronomy, which is just sad. What's even sadder is that I did not glean what I hoped to from that class. It was mostly measuring and calculations. Boring! So, yeah. Hospitality and Foundations of Human Sciences should be a breeze at least.

Tired still. Seriously contemplating going back to bed now.
vampire, fangtasia

Best Laid Plans....

Well, I hadn't originally planned on leaving for the event at 11 am. But then I hadn't counted on getting a phone call yesterday saying that I had a job interview with UPS (in the next town over, which is on the way to the event) at noon today. So...pack up, head out, drop off 'the kids' (they aren't really kids, but they're younger than me dammit), go to job interview, pick up 'the kids' and some stuff at Walmart, find a bite somewhere, and then off to the event.

It will be damned good to see my people again. And drink fey wine. And freeze my ample arse off. Well, okay, the freezing won't be so good, but it's better than being charbroiled and noshed on by mosquitos.

Also, am so so so so so so glad the semester is over except for finals. And I survived it. Go me :)

Little Things

Little things can mean a lot. They can make your day. On Monday, it was the grounds maintenance worker at SFA actually stopping what he was doing as I walked past, smiling, and bidding me good morning (which I cordially returned). Today, it was a simple passage from Meg Cabot's All American Girl which I have paraphrased for you here.

"If you think, Miss Samantha," Theresa was saying, "that I am not going in with you, you have another think coming."

This is one of Theresa's favorite expressions. I taught it to her. And it really is "another think coming," not "thing."

I'm guessing that whole bit with people using the misbegotten expression 'if you think that, then you have another thing coming' annoys Ms. Cabot as much as it annoys me. Yay for someone setting the record straight :D

I need to RANT!

1) The word is 'similar' not SIM-YOU-LURE. You are a college professor. Get a clue.
2) Not everyone can afford a doctor or has health insurance, therefore excusing absences with and only with 'a doctor's note' is biased, unfair, prejudicial, and just plain dumb. You are a college professor. Get a clue.
3) The word is concierge - pronounced con-see-airzh, not con-see-air. Also, Disney World does not have 'three or four themed hotels.' You are a teaching assistant who wants to be a college professor. Get a clue.
4) 100-level/freshman/introductory classes should not involve higher-level maths unless a math course is a prerequisite. Do not make a required course that no one is actually interested in harder than it needs to be. You are a college professor. Get a clue.
5) Whinging about what someone posts in her private, friends-locked journal is in bad form. Insisting that said person is 'unkind' for pointing out a blaring, glaring, horrendous, giggle-inducing typo in someone's web-published fiction is also bad form. Going on to point out that people have stopped writing because of just such incidents is just plain silly; if you want to be a writer, you have to be able to stand up to much sterner criticism to that (just ask any best-selling author, or read Stephen King's 'On Writing'). I won't waste my time telling you to get a clue.
6) There are not long or short minutes. Saying someone was silent for a few long minutes is just dumb. Minutes are ALL 60 seconds in length. Period. You are a professional showman. You are a professional writer. You should both get a clue.

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Renovations on my room began today. See, a while back I made the decision to give up my wonderful queen-size pillowtop bed in favour of a smaller one that wouldn't take up quite as much space in my postage stamp sized room. When I moved the bed out a few days ago, I discovered a hole in my floor. Oops.

Today I started the process of pulling up old tiling and the weird wood veneer underneath so that we could see how extensively the floor is damaged. As it turns out, the floor is mostly in good shape with just a couple of long strips of board that need to be replaced. That's the good news.

However, in pulling up all the nasty tile and wood and stuff, I managed to nearly kill myself. Apparently the dust, wood dust, mildew, mold, and whatever else I encountered didn't want to play nicely with my lungs. It's taken about 6 hours to get to where I can sort of breathe again. It's a strange and very unpleasant sensation to feel as if someone has gone inside your chest, trussed your lungs up in a corset, and pulled the strings so tight the boning gave way under pressure. Ick.

Today's lesson: never, ever kick up lots of dust and nastiness without a dust mask. Ever.

Yoiked from...somewhere random.

When you see this, post in your own journal with your favourite quote from The Princess Bride. Preferably not "As you wish" or the Inigo Montoya speech.

"When I was your age, television was called books."

though the one I quote the most would be: "Have fun storming the castle!"

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Your result for The Classic Dames Test...

Carole Lombard

You're a little bit of a fruitcake, but you always act out in style. You have a good sense of humor, are game for almost anything, but you like to have nice things about you and are attracted to the high life. You're stylish and modern, but you've got a few rough edges that keep you from attaining true sophistication. Your leading men include William Powell, Fredric March, and Clark Gable. Watch out for small planes.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

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I just blew off a homework assignment. Intentionally. Both because I'm sick and because it's utterly ludicrous. See, I'm taking Astronomy ONLINE this semester. Instead of having labs in a lab, we have to do the lab part on our own. That's usually not a big deal. This time, however, we're supposed to build a diffraction grating and then use it to observe different types of light. Observing the different types of light would involve DRIVING ALL OVER TOWN AT NIGHT. I'm not amused, impressed, or anything other -ed other than annoyed and irked. :P

My hatred for this class is rivaled only by my hatred for Introduction to Human Sciences (which is so completely pointless it hurts my head, but is required for my major). Thankfully, I love my other two classes to itty bitty bits.

In other news, I have become addicted to foodnetwork and But NOT Rachel Ray, thankfully. Gag me. How can anyone that annoying actually have a successful TV show? Anyway, for me it's Emeril Live, Ace of Cakes, and Off the Hook. And sometimes Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives. I've actually learned a lot of stuff from watching FN, and I pick up lots of fun recipes from My next two experiments will probably involve fondant decorating and Gingerbread Cupcakes with Caramelized Mango Buttercream. My last few experiments (a simple beef stroganoff, chocolate almond gateaux, and jack pesto linguini with scallops) turned out quite well : )

Now that you're bored AND hungry, I'm going to toddle off to read more about vampires.
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Actual conversation during Hurricane Ike:

Me: I spy something....windy.
Lark: Uh...Ike?
Lark: I spy...with my little eye...something...that's going to blow away.
Me: Uh...the roof?