December 4, 2003

refreshing...

"Water
You are water. You're not really organic; you're
neither acidic nor basic, yet you're an acid
and a base at the same time. You're strong
willed and opinionated, but relaxed and ready
to flow. So while you often seem worthless,
without you, everything would just not work.
People should definitely drink more of you
every day.


Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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December 3, 2003

4.0 hoes love gallant

"how the F to get an A"... this guy on joel's soccer team made this video and it is hilarious. for my inner highlights reader, it's based on goofus and gallant. sweet!

December 2, 2003

guilty pleasures

i bought the new john mayer cd. well, it's not that new anymore, but it's new to me. it doesn't make sense because i don't have much money and christmas is coming. so what. i like it. i can see why bigger than my body was the first radio release, because a lot of the other songs are more laid back, slow... well they just aren't as radio-friendly. anyway, that's my unnecessary purchase for this month. all future purchases until christmas need to be fore other people, because i have exactly zero presents for people so far. december snuck up on me, that's why. luckily i will have almost two whole weeks after school gets out to shop.

the first teambuzz meeting was last night. it was a semi-meeting, in that we just went to krispy kreme for doughnuts. yum. i thought it went okay. i feel somewhat inept at managing such a group of people. i had the revelation that i'm really in charge last night. i am excited about being chair but it is a big responsibility too. the excitement overwhelms the worry. which is good.

and tonight is secret santa night at wcf. joel's team is in the finals for intramurals, at the same time, which sucks because i want to see them kick ass and win!! but i have to be there to give my santa gift. maybe i will cut out early and catch some soccer. my team lost yesterday in the semis. it was sort of sad, but i didn't get to play all that much, so it's okay. i can't wait til spring for basketball and softball. until then i'll just pretend that i'm not out of shape and that i should've played more. hmm. i can do something about being out of shape. but motivation is hard to find.

December 1, 2003

a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

it's that time again. end of semester time. thanksgiving was very good. delicious food. fun. got to see some home friends. family. and then the rude awakening vs uga. i didn't expect to win, but it wasn't fun to shiver in the shade while we got kicked. however, gt basketball is kicking major booty. we beat uconn (#1) and texas tech (#25) and are on our way to a nice top-25 ranking this week. combine our wins with the fact that the top 4 teams all lost this week and we are looking good. i am excited because without bosh i thought it might be ugly. yay. i'm glad they are surprising! so with a 5000 word paper, a 20 page paper, and 3 finals oncoming, i can think of gt ballers and be happy. bring on the acc.

there is really nothing quite as nice on a cold day as the last few minutes lying in bed. it's warm because you haven't gotten up and let all the nice heat escape into the room. i love to just curl up for a few minutes more and brace for the chilly air that will meet me outside. so comfy that i could lay there all day. :) but then off to class or wherever, and even the cold doesn't bother me. i love cold weather.

November 24, 2003

??!!

blogger keeps erasing my posts. stupid computers!

common sense, please

just saw this on the opening screen for blogger... a little touchy, eh?

in other attacks on common sense, i couldn't tutor today. why? well it's a long story. when i got to c.w.hill, where i tutor, niquavious (my kid) was sitting in the front hallway of the school, along, leaned up against the office door. i asked him what was wrong but he wouldn't answer. so i went, talked to his teacher, and found out that he had been sent to the principal. she said it was okay to tutor him, though. i went and got him, but as soon as we got into the tutor room some random lady said that he had to go ask so-and-so if he could be there. she didn't even acknowledge me, so i informed her politely that i had confirmed with his teacher that i could tutor him. to him, she said that no, he needed to go to the office again. she never talked to me. i was a little confused, and he was still pouting, and we went on back to the office. after waiting for about 5 minutes before we saw a person behind the desk, some random secretary lady comes out and asks him what he wants. i explain that i am his tutor and that his teacher gave me permission to tutor him. once again, only to him, the lady says that he needs to go see the principal. she then tells me "no, he's in trouble." hmm, i never would've gotten that from the fact that he was sitting in the hall pouting. so the principal comes out and tells him to go sit in the back room, without acknowledging me. hello?? am i invisible? the other lady then informed the principal that "he won't listen to me," so the principal comes around to take him away. at this point, i'm thinking one thing. is it better to have him sit alone for hours as punishment, or have one-on-one time with someone who actually gives a care about him, cause it certainly seems like they don't. it just makes sense that individual attention is better for a child than sitting alone. who knows how long he had been out in the hall before i got there. i know i'm not a professional educator, but it seems like they are lacking something over there. and to top it off, the teacher said none of the other students needed help, so i couldn't tutor anyone. i think that might not be true, since the school is low-performing. and people wonder what's wrong with our education system. maybe the fact that there are people willing to help out being turned away from schools. ugh. i just wanted to spend some time with the kid. he's a cool kid, but unfortunately he hates school, thanks to things like this. i don't want to think about where he will end up.

November 19, 2003

i'll be gone til november

some days i feel like going to class makes me dumber. i took ap statistics at myers park, yet somehow i am getting bad grades on my homeworks. basically when i go to that class, i get more confused. the professor does an extremely poor job of explaining things, and he never does examples anything like our homework problems. somehow it didn't seem as hard in high school to understand this stuff, even though it should've been based on my experience. i hate going to class because i just get confused. and in spanish, i feel like i'm wasting my time too. the professor is ancient. he can hardly get up the stairs to our classroom. he can't hear anyone's answers, so when he asks a question he gets mad because no one is answering when people really are. or he just can't understand what people are saying. he teaches us like we are in about the first grade, going over and over and over the same topics instead of giving us some credit for being college students. i am tired of sitting there for an hour when i could've learned much more by just looking at the book. ugh. it's been a frustrating class day. i think this just means it's time for the semester to end. whoever did away with quarters is a loser because in my book class should be done by now. the next few weeks are going to drag. but it's okay because at least there is thanksgiving break and that is always fun. after that, woohoo it's almost christmas break. i can't wait to have a break from school and see all my home friends. i haven't been home much this fall so it will be excellent to hang out. and i get to go to seattle for new year's which should be great fun. even though i'm nervous because joel's family moved their holiday gathering back so i could come. just a little nervous. but overall, i am mentally done with this semester. i just have to try to make my brain stick around to finish things up or it could be bad. so i need motivation. and patience.

p.s. oh yeah how did it get to be the middle of november so fast?!?

November 13, 2003

not a day less will do

much better now, thanks to time, and hugs. it is hard to be compared to other people. to say this activity is good, this one isn't as good. i have always had a hard time with things like this because i want to please people. but maybe more than that i just want what i do to matter. i have been having a "what do i want to do" crisis this week. i enjoy the courses i'm taking now. but now that i will have a masters when i graduate, i am just wondering what kind of job i will get and and how exactly i will get it. i have no clue about finding a job. honestly i think i would love to be a teacher. but i would have to get some sort of teaching degree on top of what i have now probably. ugh i hate indecision but i am the worst at it. future-thinking makes my head hurt. but i guess it has to hurt so i'll keep on wading through all these decisions til i end up there. wherever i'm going.

a rant

so i got up extra early, when the clock was reading 7, because i had to meet about the truman scholarship. basically they told me i had no chance because i'm not "focused" enough. they gave me a typical example of a truman winner who was involved in the same thing in middle, high school, and college. let me think... i can hardly remember middle school, much less connect my activities then with now. i think its bs. i'm sorry that i haven't had in my mind since i was 2 that i wanted to get this scholarship. not everyone knows what they want to do. ok so maybe its not all their fault, maybe my activities and what i want to do don't exactly connect. but the truth is it's because i don't know what i want to do. ugh. it was discouraging to be told that my activities aren't good enough. i bust my ass doing them you know, and if i may give them some credit i think they make a little difference. i like them just fine, and it's not fun to be told that they aren't as good as some other fictional person's. oh and a comment about "well you will be competing with sga presidents"... i don't want to be in sga. and i don't think it should be a qualification to get something. grr. and then i went to pick up my transcripts for study abroad (yay!) and the lady spoke so much ebonics that i couldn't understand what she was saying so she got this pissy attitude with me when i didn't know i had to show her a photo i.d. to pick them up. finally when i got them she just glared at me til i left. what happened to common courtesy? is "you're welcome" or "thank you" too much to ask. i'm sorry i interruped your busy busy day of looking at your computer screen and eating pastries. and to top it off, i got to d.m. smith, my buzzcard *still* won't open the computer lab door, and when i knocked no one would open the door for me for like 2 minutes until i knocked so hard my knuckles hurt and someone sauntered over and cracked the door. joy, it's not even 9:30. this is why i'm not a morning person.

November 10, 2003

i'm trying to be positive despite the fact that my eyes are watery, my nose is stuffy, my head hurts, and i can't breathe. fun fun. so here's a happy song that i heard today. it always makes me smile when i hear chris cagle. it makes me remember when caroline and i were on the way back from the beach and i caught her with a country cd! *the horror* ;)

What A Beautiful Day

Day one, I stumbled through hello on 5th Ave
Day two, we grabbed a bite to eat
And talked all afternoon
Caught a movie on day fourteen
And day sixty-seven she said "I love you" to me

Oh, what a feelin'
What a wonderful emotion
Yeah, what a life
Counting my blessings and knowin'
Ooh, we had our ups and downs
All along the way
She had a chance to leave
But chose to stay
What a beautiful day
What a beautiful day

Day one-sixteen I asked her what she was doin'
For the rest of my life
Day one eighty- nine, oh I almost lost that girl
To my foolish pride
She said "I do"
On day four eighty-two
And gave me a son
On day seven sixty-one

Oh, what a feelin'
What a wonderful emotion
Yeah, what a life
Counting my blessings and knowin'
Ooh, we had our ups and downs
All along the way
She had a chance to leave
But chose to stay
What a beautiful day

Day eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty-three
Well, honey that's fifty years
Yeah, here's to you and me

Oh, what a feelin'
What a wonderful emotion
Yeah, what a life
Counting my blessings and knowin'
Ooh, we had our ups and downs all along the way
She had a chance to leave
But chose to stay
What a beautiful day
What a beautiful day

Day one
I thank God I said hello on 5th Ave

November 9, 2003

oh yes, and brian wins by telling me the quote was from breakfast at tiffany's.
i was looking up my personality type, doing one of those tests because i saw it on sarah's blog, and found that i am an ENFJ , or a teacher-idealist.

ENFJs are the benevolent 'pedagogues' of humanity. They have tremendous charisma by which many are drawn into their nurturant tutelage and/or grand schemes. Many ENFJs have tremendous power to manipulate others with their phenomenal interpersonal skills and unique salesmanship. But it's usually not meant as manipulation -- ENFJs generally believe in their dreams, and see themselves as helpers and enablers, which they usually are.

ENFJs are global learners. They see the big picture. The ENFJs focus is expansive. Some can juggle an amazing number of responsibilities or projects simultaneously. Many ENFJs have tremendous entrepreneurial ability.

ENFJs are, by definition, Js, with whom we associate organization and decisiveness. But they don't resemble the SJs or even the NTJs in organization of the environment nor occasional recalcitrance. ENFJs are organized in the arena of interpersonal affairs. Their offices may or may not be cluttered, but their conclusions (reached through feelings) about people and motives are drawn much more quickly and are more resilient than those of their NFP counterparts.

ENFJs know and appreciate people. Like most NFs, (and Feelers in general), they are apt to neglect themselves and their own needs for the needs of others. They have thinner psychological boundaries than most, and are at risk for being hurt or even abused by less sensitive people. ENFJs often take on more of the burdens of others than they can bear.

TRADEMARK: "The first shall be last"

This refers to the open-door policy of ENFJs. One ENFJ colleague always welcomes me into his office regardless of his own circumstances. If another person comes to the door, he allows them to interrupt our conversation with their need. While discussing that need, the phone rings and he stops to answer it. Others drop in with a 'quick question.' I finally get up, go to my office and use the call waiting feature on the telephone. When he hangs up, I have his undivided attention!

it was interesting to read. i also have changed since my freshman year, from an ISFJ . i am the same as billy graham, peyton manning, andy griffith, abe lincoln, sean connery, elizabeth dole, and oh yes, bob saget, to name a few.

in other news, i'm sick. being sick sucks. being sick and having to write papers and avoiding them is worse. i should write some more.