18 posts tagged “school”

I got an invite to a high school friend's daugther's birthday party via myspace.  The invite said to RSVP by calling.  So, I did.

I went to school with the friend since elementary school.  That's, like, over 15 years.  And we went to school together 'til high school graduation.  We grew up in the same 'hood, we sometimes rode home together.

Anyway, the convo went like this:

*ring*ring*

Her: Hello?
Goldie: Hey, M!  It's Goldie Jones (that's not muh real name).
Her: Ok.
Goldie: You don't remember me, huh?
Her: No...
Goldie: HA!  It's olivia.'s sister. 
Her:  OHHHH...  Hey!  What's up?
Goldie: I was just RSVP-ing for your daughter's birthday.  I'm gonna come and bring my daughter.
Her: Ok.  See ya then.

Granted, I have a somewhat (sommmmewhat) common name.  However; she only recognized me from referencing my YOUNGER sister's name.

Olivia was totally more popular than me.  And she's younger than me. 

It sucks (eh, it's not that bad), to be referred to as "O's older sister."  Even by people that were in my grade or older than me.

I'm a flower, pardon me while I blend back into the wall...

I feel like the dumbest person in my history class. 

I learned to love history after I wrote a note to my BFF in my fourth grade history class.  It said, "History Sux!"  I had to read the note out loud, cus I got busted passing it to my BFF.  After that, I vowed to give history a try. 

In sixth grade, I had a teacher who taught, among the other sixth grade subjects, ancient history.  He sparked in me an obsession in Egyptology and Greek/Roman mythology and archaeology and basic linguistics.

From then on, I pretty much cruised through history classes. 

Until now. 

I'm in this history class.  A MODERN history class.  And I feel like I can't keep up.  In all honesty, I'm not used to feeling stupid in school.  Well, except for math, which I just can't grasp.  Aside from math, I'm used to excelling and being the teacher's pet and getting extra credit to attain the ellusive A++ on assignments. 

No more. 

And it's bumming me out.

All of my family have now graduated.  And they all have my back.  And this has nothing to do with that, really. 

But.

I just feel dumb sometimes.  Like, looking-around-at-people-as-they-talk-in-class-and-not-understanding-what-they're-saying-and-wondering-how-or-why-I-should-even-be-in-school-anymore dumb.  Like, deer vs. headlights dumb. 

So.  Like I did in fourth grade, I'm telling myself I have to do better.   

Lorelai goes to a babysitter (one of her classmate's mom) while I'm in class from 5-10 on Thurday evenings.  I got a call from her last Thursday.  She was at the hospital because her son (3 years old) busted his cheek open and needed stitches.  I told her I'd wait there with her because I know how scary it is/how much it sucks being alone in the emergency room when your kid is sick/hurt.  It was an interesting night.  They'd been there since 8:30 or so.  I got there at about 10:15.  We left at 1:30 ay emmmm.  Long night.  But we had a pretty good time - the kids were in good spirits, the staff at Children's Hospital, Oakland was awesome.  It was a late night, but it wasn't a bad night.

Here are some pictures I took when the kids were starting to get at their wits ends and right before the stitches were done.

lorelai and corey with kids doc masks

the kids wanted me to wear a mask too

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the patient - gash is on the other cheek

Seeking: method to madness

Resolve: face it. 

I'm back in school.  That's not what this post is about.

I take out student loans.  To, you know, pay for school stuff: daycare for Lorelai while I'm in class, books, etc.  The checks were supposed to be delivered 1/14.  I went to the school and they weren't there, so they told me they were supposed to delivered 1/17.  Today, no checks.  They will be here on 1/22.  UGGGGH.  I need books.  I need to pay for child care.  I need to pay for other shit. 

Is it not my flipping money?  Is it not my flipping interest?!  I don't know what the hold-up is, but there will be an angry letter from Goldie to whoever the eff is responsible for this. 

:(

I've never had a pop quiz.  Just thinking about it.  Mostly how much it would suck if any of my current classes had one.

I thought I couldn't spit out 450-500 words on the really general topic of ethics.  I mean, the question was REALLY general.  And the last sentence from the assignment was, "there are no 'right' answers. what's wanted is YOUR response."

Why did I have such a hard time with this?  My mom said I was looking too deep into it (what?  me?  over-anylize?!  about as likely as finding onions on your McDonalds cheeseburger after you ask for no onions*).  My sis said I just needed to get over the thesis (WTF is that?!  No.  Seriously.  I should look that up.) and just roll with it.  Both my mom and my sis, sassy and smartypants students themselves, speak the truth.  Yet, the truth didn't set me free all day.  Until about 5 minutes ago**. 

W00T.  I'm done.

Thanks to my mom and my sister for listening to me whine, then for letting me take a nap, then for taking me to Chipotle (who, FYI: is on my craplist - remind me, NEVER eat there again).  It all helped.

*read: HIGHLY likely.

**the paper is due at midnight tonight.  I need to stop with the procrastination.  While it enables my best work, maybe I can write papers of orgasmic proportions if I work on them 5 weeks ahead of time when they are assigned.  Tra-la-la.

At school, I'm enrolled in a program called PACE.  It's evening/online classes for folks that can't go during the day.  I'm kind of obsessed with it and it's lack of school-based support, so I joined the PACE committee.

I volunteered to be the media person.

This means - I make a myspace profile and I make a flyer that'll go out to the classes letting them know that we have a committee.  I also help design a nother non-myspace website.  Keyword: help. 

There are 6 of us at the committee meeting when the counselor for PACE comes in.  It goes like this:

Committee talking: blah blah blah

(counselor walks in)

Lady:  Hey, Counselor.  Goldie's here for her first meeting.  She's going to be the media person and help with the flyers and do a myspace profile and help ComputerMan with the website he's been working on for us.

Counselor: Great!  Cus ComputerMan is resigning tomorrow.  Do you know html, Goldie?

=silence= merrrrrm.

I mean, I can pull a few computer-oriented folks together and get a website done (I know ... not that easy, but I can make it happen).  What's up with ComputerMan just bouncing mid-website-designing? 

We'll see how this goes.

My cable/internet got cut off about a week +/- ago.  My decrease in evening posting is directly related to this.

Seeing as I now have internet classes as well as a telecourse (cable) that I need to tune into (plus nite time blogging - doi), I decided to hike up my big girl pants and pay my bill.

My wallet... she weeps. 

It's my first day of school.

Kinda.

Two of my five classes are online.  One of the online classes, I can start today.  Just waiting to hear from the teacher.  I'm so excited.  SO, SO excited.