Retold

Summer school is now officially over.  It’s over and I need a day off.  The 10 page paper ended up being almost 14 pages.  Sadly, my prof made it clear that anything over 10 pages would receive a zero, so I had to cut it down.  Trust me when I say cutting 10 pages off a paper that size is no small trick.  I did it, I made it work, and my paper came out amazing.  It helps that I was writing about Sweeney Todd, which has to be one of my favorite movies, ever.  I just hope my grade reflects the awesome I feel this paper is.

Did I mention I seriously need a day off?  I need a day to do nothing, when no one expects anything of me.  When I don’t have to worry about cleaning my house (which is an absolute mess), when I don’t have to worry about school work due, when I don’t have to be concerned about what Matt wants from me.  I take it all back, I need two or three days off, not just one.  I need a mini-vacation and I need it badly.  I’m exhausted.  Thank goodness I don’t have kids to chase around.  Being childfree is the only thing keeping me sane right now, but trust me when I say it’s a thin thread that’s tethering my sanity to the rest of my being.

What I really want to do is play World of Warcraft, to work on my book, to sit down to several hours of undisturbed quiet to read.  Is that too much to ask?  The short answer is yes, and if I sound bitter, maybe there’s a good reason.  I did manage to squeeze in some time to write a few nights ago, which is why the progress meter on that sidebar has moved a smidge.  I got about 2,000 words written, which isn’t nearly enough, but more than I could have hoped to get done with the time I had to work on it.

Unfortunately, there’s only one week between now and when school starts for the fall and I have a lot to do during that week.  Matt and I have to go to Waco to see my IL’s, which is always a bit of a chore and to say that I don’t want to go is the overstatement of the century.   I really, really, really, really don’t want to go!!  It’s only 90 miles one way, but it’s not what I want to do with my sparse time off.  I have to clean my house and do the laundry.  Matt and I have has a lot of clothes, which means we can go longer between laundry days, but it also means laundry is more of a chore than it might otherwise be.  Cleaning the house and doing the laundry is going to take at least two days, at least!  Then I have to get this stuff with my degree plan straightened out, because if I need to sign up for another class, I need to know that sooner, rather than later, so I can do it before school starts.  One way or another, I am graduating in December!

The only shining light is that this last week is over!  I had so much to do last week, I thought I’d never get it all done.  I did, I made it, as tired as I am for the challenge.

Okay, now I’m just complaining.  You get the point.  I need to go wake Matt up, I promised him I’d spend the day gaming with him, rather than doing the stuff I want/need to be getting done.  Don’t get me wrong, I love him, I enjoy spending time with him, but I need some time to myself, too.

Yeah, I’m going now.

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…..`·.¸.·Kristyn

Summer school is almost over!!  I couldn’t be more pleased.  I’m pretty sure I made a B in geology, which is awesome, especially since I failed it before.  3 cheers for passing geology, and with an awesome grade, too.  I’d probably have made an A if I’d done better on the lab tests, but I’m not concerned.  Thankfully, it’s over, and I’m trying not to stress over having made a B.  I’m such a spaz, sometimes.   The last assignment I have for the semester is the long paper for my film studies class.  It’s written and sent to my prof for critique.  Hopefully he’ll actually critique it and get it back to me in time for me to fix it and send it in by the due date on Saturday at noon.  It’s almost over.  Amen for that!

Of course, then I get less than 10 days off and I’m back in school for the fall semester.  I’m having some problems with my degree, which is making me really upset.  I could change the year on my degree plan to a year that works for the amount of hours I have, but then I’m a class short at the very least.  So, I can either be one class short, or I can be one credit hour short.  I’m trying to get it taken care of, but it’s such a nightmare, I have no idea how to fix it.  So, I should graduate in December, but if I can’t get this taken care of, I may be in for another semester to take care of the discrepancy.  I swear, if I don’t graduate for one hour, I’m going to snap.

To top it all off, my house is a huge, huge disaster!  If you saw it, you’d die a little inside.  No one’s cleaned it up on longer than I can remember.  I should make Matt help me, we’re both busy.  Sadly, I don’t have the energy, so we just sort of make sure there’s nothing in front of the televisions (yes, plural.  I have a console TV and on the bar above it, there’s a smaller TV, two in one room) so we can see it.  Sometime in the next week or two between summer and fall, I’m going to devote a few days to getting it cleaned up.  I have to, it really is a huge mess.  Like imagine a mess, then multiply it by a large number and you’ve just come up with the mess in my house.  Not kidding at all.

So the good news, again, is that Summer school is over.  The bad news is I may not graduate for one flippin credit hour and my house is a disaster.  Wish me luck in getting it all straightened out, I may need it.

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School’s back in tomorrow; not that there was really a break to begin with.  Summer session II goes from July 13th – August 14th.  I’m taking Geology, which I might have said before, but am not really looking forward to it.  I like to take online classes over the summer, because I can stay in my nice cool house and because it saves on gas.  Unfortunately, science isn’t taught online and I don’t know that I’d do well with it even if it was.  So, off to campus I go, every day from 10:30am-12:20 pm.  On Monday & Wednesday afternoons I have a lab from 1pm-5pm.  Oh joy.

This means that I get to do the running around I would have done during the week today.  Mostly, I just need to get groceries.  There’s zero food in my house… none, zilch, zero.  I mean, we’re even out of dog food.  It’s time to go to Wal-Mart, though I’ve been thinking about getting groceries at HEB this time.  It’s a tad bit closer, but it’s also a bit more expensive.  Ugh… to Wal-Mart, after all.  I always say I’m going to stop shopping there, but it’s so cheap!  I’m so cheap!  It works out.

Maybe I should check my mail when I’m out, too?  I don’t know when the last time I got it was.  Being sick and being in school over the summer has put a serious dent in everything.  I’m behind on some of my blogs, on my PBeM, on my reading and my writing.  I feel like a serious slacker, even though I know that I’m not slacking, I’m just busy.  The last time I got the mail, I got a ton of bills and a statement of benefits for Matt’s life insurance… which reminds me, when the hell did Matt get life insurance?  I mean, his dad had gotten an ROP life insurance quote a while back, but the deal fell through.  Long story, let’s just say it did.  I had no idea that his dad had gone ahead with the whole thing, but for less benefits.  Apparently, trying to apply for amounts above $100,000 is a total nightmare.  They make you jump through fiery hoops. It’s a pain in the ass.  So, apparently he’s covered, just slightly less than intended.  It’s good, I think, but sort of makes me uncomfortable.  I mean, isn’t life insurance benefits supposed to make you feel better?  I guess I don’t like it because it makes me feel like we’re getting old… which we are, but I still don’t like to have it staring me in the face.  Yes, I work hard at denying reality.

My birthday is next week, speaking of denying reality.  I’ll be 31 years old on July 23rd.  What’s weird is, I don’t feel like it’s that much a big deal.  I guess we all get older, it’s inevitable.  I’ve never been one to freak out about getting older, though Matt certainly is.  The man is absolutely aggravating about it, me, not so much.  I don’t feel like 31 is that old, really.  I just don’t want to have to go to school on my birthday.  Sadly, that’s inevitable.

Okay, enough rambling for me, I’ve gotten in a lot more than I intended to say.  Welcome to my mixed up brain, please stay a while.  One more thing before I go.  I had mentioned before that I missed the Writing Proficency exam.  I found out that I can take it at the end of September.  I was hoping it would be sooner, but alas, not.  As soon as I get the results back (no idea how long it takes), I’ll be able to apply for grad school!  Wish me luck remembering, this is my last chance to take it and grad in December.

I really am going now… really.

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…..`·.¸.·Kristyn

Know how I said I wanted the weekend back?  Yeah, well, this was not what I had in mind.  This weekend has just been one grueling, unhappy extension of an unhappy week.  It all started out bad, it’s ending a little better, but every day that comes and goes is one day closer to speech giving doom (aka Thursday).  I logged onto Blackboard on Tuesday to check on my classwork only to find out that I had had a weekly quiz due Monday.  This wasn’t total user error on my part, it was partially my professors fault for sending me an email that said it was due on Tuesday.  He accepted it late, against his policy, but guess what… I failed the damn thing anyway.  Great.  Then, I spent all of Wednesday studying and writing the weekly assignments for my film studies class (in which I failed the weekly quiz).  Wednesday night/Thursday was spent researching and writing the outline for my speech so my professor could critique it before it was due.  Friday was spent fixing it so I could turn it in and get the best possible grade.  God, I hate summer classes.

Then, last night, while fretting over my impending mid-term deadline for my speech class, I realized it was the 21st and I had missed my damn Writing Proficiency Exam, which was on the 18th.  This was one of my last chances to take it and still graduate in December and I screwed it up!  I can still take it in the fall, it’s offered once ever semester, from what I can tell, but that doesn’t make me any happier about it.  I really needed to, and was looking forward to, getting the damn thing out of the way.  No such luck.  I spent so much time working on/fretting over my schoolwork for my two summer one online classes (one of which goes the whole summer, oh the joy) that I just plain forgot about it.  I really needed to make a note to myself or something.  I have this little white dry erase board with a cork border (which I love, but bought because I could use it to cover up a small hole in the wall put there years ago when the movers carelessly dropped a chair, which rocked back and punched a hole).  I should have written it on there in big pink letters: WRITING PROFICIENCY EXAM YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY FAIL, THURSDAY, JUNE 18th!  DON’T FORGET, STUPID!!!

Unfortunately, I forgot to write it down.  I clearly have issues worthy of psychiatric help.  So now, I have to wait for the fall semester and hope like hell I both remember to go take the stupid thing and pass it.  If I fail at either of those tasks, I don’t graduate in December.  Sometimes, I really hate college… though only when I’m not really enjoying it.  It’s a delicate balance.

For now, I’m just waiting for my assignments from last week to come back with another mediocre grade on them, as I think my professor for film studies doesn’t much like me.  It could be paranoia, but I don’t think so.  When I post on the discussion board, he tells me I’m wrong, he’s never given me full credit.  I don’t know, maybe he’s just like this, but it’s not promoting awesome relations between he and I.  I wrote him asking what I might do to improve my chances of a good grade, hopefully he’ll tell me if I’m doing alright, and if not, well, what I can do to fix it.  I like the class, I just wish I understood it better.

Okay, I think I’m done bitching.  This should explain where I’ve been this last week and why there’ve been no updates.  Every waking moment is spent doing school work and I will be SO glad when my speech class is over!  I like the professor, she’s awesome, but I’m spending half my summer terrified and it’s not good for my ulcer.  Also, if you come here expecting to find cheer, I might be a little short on that until, oh, say mid-December.  Though I might try to squeeze some in from time to time, when I’m not bitching about schoolwork.  I will be so glad when I can go to grad school!

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…..`·.¸.·Kristyn