1. How often do you get sick? Not very often at all (knock on wood), so when I do get sick, I get irritated, too.
2. Do you take a lot of over the counter medicine? I take Aleve for everything except colds. It works for cramps, random muscle aches, headaches… just about anything that hurts.
3. Have you ever been in the hospital for an extended period of time? Nope. I’ve had two outpatient surgeries, though. My mom and grandma have this story of me getting a really high fever as an infant, but of course I don’t remember it.
4. Are there any diseases that run in your family? Myopia (bad eyesight), diabetes, and hypertension (high blood pressure).
5. What is the best remedy for the common cold? Sleep. When I’m sick, I wind up taking naps and going to bed early. Moms also help.
Joan wasn’t as good last Friday as the one before. Boo. I think I might actually have to rent the first season DVDs when they come out next month. I’m still too cheap to buy tv on DVD, but I want to see what I missed of the show.
This week sucked, just like all the others before it. I had to look up the workshop story again, since our copies were missing a page. I actually found the book this time, though. It was a really nicely bound anthology. I guess that’s what you get in a library with seven floors and like three million books.
Had to speed-read for lit again, A Doll’s House this time. (Someday, I am going to finish Madame Bovary.) I got the gist of it, but I think I was pretty silent in class again. I got my paper back in my honors seminar — I got an A! I was so pleased, since working on that paper practically killed me. I will never procrastinate that much on a research paper again. Even with my bystander intervention paper for psyc last semester, I started four days before it was due. Not fabulous, but it was so much easier to manage. Of course, I have four credits more of work now, so I have less time, period. We watched our last assigned episode in Buffy class this week. We’re going to watch “Once More, With Feeling” (the musical) and “Chosen” (the series finale) later in the semester, and we’ll get free pizza (yay for free food), but they’re not assignments to analyze or anything. Now, I need a topic for my screenplay. I don’t know if I can do Buffy… I might try American Dreams, though. The whole series is a social issue. Astro lab was fine; we finished early again. I did have to stay up really late doing my astro homework, though. I was so tired, I managed to get different answers every time I checked my equations. I changed an eight to a three for the long problem, though, so I know I got that wrong. Bleargh.
We had a really good workshop on Wednesday. Our TA was frustrated with the long pauses and lack of discussion when she led, so she broke us up into small groups to workshop our prose poems and flash fiction. It was the best class we’ve had so far. It felt like my honors seminar last semester. I hope we continue to do that with the student writing. I got my women’s studies midterm back: another A. Ugh. I get good grades, but the stress I go through to get there… it doesn’t seem like it’s worth it anymore. All my work through high school didn’t get me the full scholarship I wanted. I’m not planning on grad school, so I’m really only working now to keep the money I got. There has to be a better way to do this college thing.
Sign Language Club was kind of cool. Crazy Mike (yes, we call him that; we have three Mikes) and Age showed up after I got there, so I had walking buddies coming back. We had another guest speaker, this time from the Center for ASL Literacy at Gallaudet. He was deaf, with no cochlear implant — I think that’s the first real deaf person I’ve ever tried to interact with. He pointed out that, since he’s deaf, he sleeps soundly every night. Nothing ever wakes him up.
We didn’t have reading for lit on Thursday — you have no idea how happy I was — but I almost fell asleep in class. There’s something about that class… I don’t know why I have such a hard time with it. I shouldn’t have even been sleepy, since I managed to oversleep by an hour. I wake up at the same time every day, though, so I was okay. (Last semester, I woke up at the same time every day to keep my body clock straight. This semester, I do it because I have so much work, I have to get up early to cram it in right before class.) Music history was kind of a whirlwind. She covered everything in the book that we’ll need for the final, so I have a ton of reading to do. After the horror of the first test (so not expecting an A on that one… or even a B), I’ll have to really study for the final. I also realized that our group presentations are really soon. Mine’s on feminist music, which should be really fun, but ack! More work! Group work — I hate group projects! I can collaborate fine, but long-term work like that… I prefer to rely on myself.
After my honors seminar, I went to Shoemaker for career counseling. I made a four-year plan last semester, and according to that, I have to pick a major this semester. There’s only so much flexibility between elementary and secondary. This semester, my English classes double-count, but there’s no room for any more of those. If I want to fulfill my requirement and (maybe) only have to do one summer or winter, I have to decide my major before I register on May 4. That worried me, so I made an appointment and wound up talking to Grace. I think my real fear is that I’ll make a choice and be locked into it for the next three years. If I choose one and then want the other, I won’t be able to switch and graduate in any kind of realistic time frame. And what if I graduate and then realize I don’t want to teach? Will I have the skills for any other kind of career? There’s also my issues with public speaking, and my frustration with dealing with kids with attitudes. It’s such a big thing. As soon as I started looking at the education requirements, I knew that whole “you don’t have to declare until the end of your sophomore year” line was crap. If you wait that long, it’s probably going to take at least five years to graduate, unless you do winters and summers, like, every year.
I spent at least three hours, probably four, studying for my astro test this morning. I did fairly well on the last test, but it was hard. Afterward, my professor admitted she writes hard tests. She had to curve ours fourteen points. You think that’d lead her to write slightly easier tests, but I don’t know. This one didn’t seem as bad. Maybe I studied better. There was one question I blanked on, though. I think I reasoned enough for partial credit, or at least I hope I did.
After my test, I went to see Greg. We broke up almost four months ago. But our relationship was built so strong that we can’t be apart. He couldn’t keep up his resolution to never speak to me again. I can’t not talk to him, anyway. We’ve essentially been having variations of the same argument for four months. My going back to church has only complicated things. Greg hasn’t been Catholic-friendly since a bad experience in elementary school. I don’t think I should have to hide my faith, and I won’t push it on him, but it is part of my life. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with us.
After lunch, I went to another HH open house info session. This time, Maggie, Tom, and Jimmy were there with me. The group had a lot of questions, though, so it went much better than some of the other ones I’ve done. It always seems like the parents ask all the questions, though. If the kids (“kids”, like I’m so old) are alone, they’ll ask questions, but usually it’s dominated by parents. Maggie, Jimmy, and I went to the Campus Co-op afterward, then back home.
And once again, I manage to do absolutely no work on a Friday. I’d thought I would use my Fridays for getting work done, but that pretty much never happens. Sigh. I suppose I’ll manage.