1/30/2008 06:42:00 PM
It sucks. The problem with taking a morning class at a JC is that all of the people in the class are young. In my Spanish class, which is the third semester and a little difficult for me, we are required to do a skit that is part of our test score. We are supposed to write it up together, memorize it, and present it to the class. We were only given-total-about 10 minutes to work on it in class, and the rest should have been done via email. My group mates, who are both about 18 or 19, and I , decided to break up the work and communicate via email to finish the project. It is due tomorrow and after sending out numerous emails, I still haven't received the rest of my groups' work. It's due tomorrow morning at 9am. It is now 7pm. This is gonna suck.
Peace Out,
Mom
update: It is now 9:30, and I still haven't heard from them...
update 2:It is now 6:30am and I never heard from them...
update 3:The girl tossed me her part on a piece of paper 10 minutes after the class started and said that her email must have screwed up her replies because she was sure she sent it. Are you effing kidding me????
1/23/2008 07:59:00 PM
I applied to SDSU. Hopefully, I will be starting in the Fall when my little man begins Kindergarten. I only need 33 units to get my BA, and it should only take me three semesters if I go full time. I hope I can pull it off. I've been waiting a long time for this. I'm really nervous about making this jump at this age. I know a lot of people do it, but it's a little unnerving. It's about effing time; that's all I'm saying.
Peace Out, Mom
1/18/2008 01:24:00 PM
From
I Sing the Body Electric:"You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit by him
in the boat that you and he might touch each other."
It reminds me of my husband. It reminds me of that secret electricity that sends shock waves through your body when you touch in a room full of people or on a fishing boat full of grisly fishermen.
That's all I have to say about that.
Peace Out,
Mom
1/17/2008 08:25:00 PM
Cleaning my sons' bedroom. My middle son is a pack-rat. He collects everything, and he finds it hard to let go. So every once in a while I clean his room to clear out the clutter. He is a messaholic and needs some sort of twelve-step program to change. I don't know how I created such a child. I love him, but dangit! He's making me crazy. This time, I'm doing my best to maintain my anger and frustration, but boy is it hard! I will finish it tomorrow. Now I get to do some homework. Oh the joys of parenting and trying to do a million things at once.
Peace Out,
Mom
1/13/2008 04:01:00 PM
Well, we were in New Jersey for about ten days, and then we had a little over a week back at home. It was very nice and relaxing. I really like my family. I adore my husband, and my boys are a lot of fun. It's really nice when we all get a break from our busy lives and just spend time together. The boys went back to school last week, and I go back tomorrow. It all goes back to normal. Bummer. I was telling my husband today that I wish that we could just hang out together everyday and get paid for it. Wouldn't that be fantastic??? Anyway, all is well here.
Peace Out,
Mom