Day one: My first exam is at 8 am today. I woke up at 5:30 and I am surprisingly alert. Unfortunately, being alert does not imply that I am ready.
Exam number 2 is going to be a take home test given to us tomorrow. That scares me a little because the professor can put more difficult questions on it.
Exam 3 (my last) is on Monday in the afternoon. Afterwards, my sister and I are packing up the car and getting the h out of here.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Question Sharing
As mentioned my friend from home and I have been sending each other odd "test questions" to answer on our downtime. She recently sent me 2 questions, both of which I enjoyed answering so I thought I would pass them along to you onlookers:
1) Who did you share your first kiss with? Make a prediction as to what he/she is doing nowadays.
2) Put these professions in order starting with the one you would most likely do: gyno, king crab fisherman, chimp trainer, dentist in Mexico City, dairy farmer, stun gun/tazer inspector, Wal-Mart return counter person
My answers*:
1) A: The first person I kissed was C. D. It was in the 6th grade at a Halloween party. Him and I were "dating" and our friends plotted against us by forcing us to play spin the bottle. It just so happened that when he spun the bottle it landed on me (meant to be, eh?). It was a puckered lip fish-kiss...and it was glorious.
I predict that he is in a near catatonic state, sitting in a Barcalounger (note: i had to look that word up) in his parent's basement that is facing a gigantic poster of me in the 6th grade. He is and will forever be pining over me and that one amazing kiss we shared. He will never get a job because of his obsession with me. He does however, continuously apply at Island Tanning in CC, where I held my first job at age 14 as a receptionist/bed cleaner. He is so demented that he has yet to realize that Island Tanning closed down 6 years ago shortly after I moved away.
2) A:
1. King Crab Fisherman-I pick this first if and only if I could star in The Discovery Channel's: Deadliest Catch. I want to be famous someday and I will do whatever it takes to get my foot in the door.
2. Chimp Trainer-Yes, I will likely get poop thrown at me, but the things are just so darn cute AND I am not opposed to throwing my own poop back at them.
3. Wal-Mart Return Counter Person-Seeing as I despise Wal-Mart, I would have zero desire to be good at this job and slash or would get a kick at being rude to rude customers and denying them a return for bogus reasons. I would be the law. Because of me they would be stuck with defective "shower massagers" and the like.
4. Tazer/stungun tester-I put this job in the middle as hopefully after holding this postion for a short period of time, I will become numb to all of the horrible sights, smells and tasks that I will perform in the following jobs
5. Dairy Farmer- Sure I would get all the free milk I could ever ask for, but I only ask for one Milk Chug a week to pour into my cereal. I don't mind the udders, and in fact might enjoy stroking them to get the milk out, HOWEVER, the constant smell of manure would make me gag so much that I would probably sustain severe esophogeal injuries.
6. Dentist in Mexico City-I did a little research and actually Mexico City has a pretty strong economy so the quality of teeth might not be extremely poor, HOWEVER, the thought of putting my hands in anybody's mouth gives me the heebies. The only joy I would get out of this job would be from yelling at people for not flossing enough (while knowing that I have zero intention of doing it myself).
7. Gyno-As mentioned, sticking my hands in anybody's mouth gives me the heebies, and quite frankly the thought of sticking my hand in a vagina gives me the bleeping JEEBIES!
*Note: I apologize if my answers offend you in anyway. It was not my intention. If you hold any one of these professions, my hat is off to you as I know that you must be a much stronger person than I.
1) Who did you share your first kiss with? Make a prediction as to what he/she is doing nowadays.
2) Put these professions in order starting with the one you would most likely do: gyno, king crab fisherman, chimp trainer, dentist in Mexico City, dairy farmer, stun gun/tazer inspector, Wal-Mart return counter person
My answers*:
1) A: The first person I kissed was C. D. It was in the 6th grade at a Halloween party. Him and I were "dating" and our friends plotted against us by forcing us to play spin the bottle. It just so happened that when he spun the bottle it landed on me (meant to be, eh?). It was a puckered lip fish-kiss...and it was glorious.
I predict that he is in a near catatonic state, sitting in a Barcalounger (note: i had to look that word up) in his parent's basement that is facing a gigantic poster of me in the 6th grade. He is and will forever be pining over me and that one amazing kiss we shared. He will never get a job because of his obsession with me. He does however, continuously apply at Island Tanning in CC, where I held my first job at age 14 as a receptionist/bed cleaner. He is so demented that he has yet to realize that Island Tanning closed down 6 years ago shortly after I moved away.
2) A:
1. King Crab Fisherman-I pick this first if and only if I could star in The Discovery Channel's: Deadliest Catch. I want to be famous someday and I will do whatever it takes to get my foot in the door.
2. Chimp Trainer-Yes, I will likely get poop thrown at me, but the things are just so darn cute AND I am not opposed to throwing my own poop back at them.
3. Wal-Mart Return Counter Person-Seeing as I despise Wal-Mart, I would have zero desire to be good at this job and slash or would get a kick at being rude to rude customers and denying them a return for bogus reasons. I would be the law. Because of me they would be stuck with defective "shower massagers" and the like.
4. Tazer/stungun tester-I put this job in the middle as hopefully after holding this postion for a short period of time, I will become numb to all of the horrible sights, smells and tasks that I will perform in the following jobs
5. Dairy Farmer- Sure I would get all the free milk I could ever ask for, but I only ask for one Milk Chug a week to pour into my cereal. I don't mind the udders, and in fact might enjoy stroking them to get the milk out, HOWEVER, the constant smell of manure would make me gag so much that I would probably sustain severe esophogeal injuries.
6. Dentist in Mexico City-I did a little research and actually Mexico City has a pretty strong economy so the quality of teeth might not be extremely poor, HOWEVER, the thought of putting my hands in anybody's mouth gives me the heebies. The only joy I would get out of this job would be from yelling at people for not flossing enough (while knowing that I have zero intention of doing it myself).
7. Gyno-As mentioned, sticking my hands in anybody's mouth gives me the heebies, and quite frankly the thought of sticking my hand in a vagina gives me the bleeping JEEBIES!
*Note: I apologize if my answers offend you in anyway. It was not my intention. If you hold any one of these professions, my hat is off to you as I know that you must be a much stronger person than I.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Mark Your Calendars
As I am coming home soon I would like to propose to my family member readers that we get together one day to enjoy each other's company. It has come to my attention that Mother's Day falls on the weekend that I get home. What better day for us to spend together? In past years we have met at Cantigny Park and enjoyed the beautiful flowers (and tanks if you're into that sort of thing) so I would like to put a suggestion in the box that we spend the afternoon together there. I know one of you would love the flower gardens! So what do you say family? If you have another suggestion, please feel free to let it be known.
Did I mention I miss you?
Did I mention I miss you?
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
What Does Your Postcard Say?
While talking to one of my roomies yesterday, I was informed of Post Secret. The blog owner apparently has been up and running for several years (roomie said she has been a faithful reader for 3 YEARS!). The gist of the site is, people write secrets/confessions on fancily decorated postcards and anonymously send them to him. He then sorts through the thousands he receives and posts a handful on his blog each week. This has become such a popular trend that he has published at least two books cataloguing some of the more interesting postcards.
Roomie just so happened to have one of the books so naturally I dropped what I was doing (homework) and read the book cover to cover while soaking in the tub last night. It was a wonderful read. I felt like I was connecting with millions of people through their secrets yet none of us know each other.
If I were to send in a postcard today it would read: "Saying you love me says nothing! Show me!" I would also probably write it in a scarlet red marker and decorate it with hearts. On the bottom would be me depicted in stick figure form YELLING the words in a cartoon dialogue bubble. Across from me would be Loverboy (again stick-figurized) with a big question mark above his head and his palms up in the air as if he has zero idea what I am talking about.
What would yours say?
Roomie just so happened to have one of the books so naturally I dropped what I was doing (homework) and read the book cover to cover while soaking in the tub last night. It was a wonderful read. I felt like I was connecting with millions of people through their secrets yet none of us know each other.
If I were to send in a postcard today it would read: "Saying you love me says nothing! Show me!" I would also probably write it in a scarlet red marker and decorate it with hearts. On the bottom would be me depicted in stick figure form YELLING the words in a cartoon dialogue bubble. Across from me would be Loverboy (again stick-figurized) with a big question mark above his head and his palms up in the air as if he has zero idea what I am talking about.
What would yours say?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
If I Was Food What Would I Be...
Answer (from Loverboy): Kung Pao Chicken because you're hot!
If that's not pure romance ladies, then I don't know what is.
In other news, my dad visited me last night. He has a meeting today in the big city so he flew in a day early and drove here to take me to dinner. I am assuming most of you are familiar with how big my dad is...not huge, but you know what I mean. Anyway, you can imagine how humorous it was for me to watch him slowly walk up to my door trying to stretch the pain out of his legs from driving two hours in a brand new Mustang. I didn't have the heart to ask if he requested the itty-bitty sports car from the rental agency or if they pegged him as a middle-aged man looking to test drive a mid-life crisisesque car (yes I made that word up, but it works). Regardless, it was funny.
We had a nice daddy-daughter date. He took me to a New Orleans style restaurant (at which I had a side of collard greens, yummy; if you haven't tried them yet I suggest you do). We talked about my future, his future, and the rest of our family's. He also told me there is a rumor going around that my grandparents are heading back to the Midwest soon, which means that I might get to see them when I come home in a few weeks. Correction: I am leaving for home in exactly two weeks from today! Holy crap that's so soon (and yet not soon enough).
On that note, I guess I should probably be studying and slash or looking for a summer job. Know of a place that suits me....or that is hiring?
If that's not pure romance ladies, then I don't know what is.
In other news, my dad visited me last night. He has a meeting today in the big city so he flew in a day early and drove here to take me to dinner. I am assuming most of you are familiar with how big my dad is...not huge, but you know what I mean. Anyway, you can imagine how humorous it was for me to watch him slowly walk up to my door trying to stretch the pain out of his legs from driving two hours in a brand new Mustang. I didn't have the heart to ask if he requested the itty-bitty sports car from the rental agency or if they pegged him as a middle-aged man looking to test drive a mid-life crisisesque car (yes I made that word up, but it works). Regardless, it was funny.
We had a nice daddy-daughter date. He took me to a New Orleans style restaurant (at which I had a side of collard greens, yummy; if you haven't tried them yet I suggest you do). We talked about my future, his future, and the rest of our family's. He also told me there is a rumor going around that my grandparents are heading back to the Midwest soon, which means that I might get to see them when I come home in a few weeks. Correction: I am leaving for home in exactly two weeks from today! Holy crap that's so soon (and yet not soon enough).
On that note, I guess I should probably be studying and slash or looking for a summer job. Know of a place that suits me....or that is hiring?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
If I Were to Write a Test Right Now
The first question would be...
1. Would you rather*:
(a) Eat fish sticks for lunch and dinner everyday for a month (February counts). Fish sticks for breakfast would be optional.
(b) Eat a meal from Sonic that I purchased and sent to you on the next business day (note: I would probably buy it on a Saturday)
(c) Become a vegan
My best friend from IL and I worked together for nearly 6 years and during our downtime (i.e. the majority of the day) we would write each other faux mid-terms that included questions like the one above. While feeling low the other day, I wrote her a test. It was the first one in over a year. I had such a hard time thinking of things to write that it almost made me feel worse. I used to be so creative (or so I thought). Unfortunately, now my brain is so math-focused that I find it difficult to think about anything else. I hate it!
In an attempt to prevent further deterioration of my creativity, I signed up for a French class next semester. One of our degree requirements is to obtain the ability to read in at least one other language. The department strongly recommends that we take our language classes during the summer, but I am sticking it to the man and taking it when I want to take it.
I remember going through undergrad thinking why do I have to take all of these nonsense classes? How is Tolkien and Fantasy Literature going to help me in the future? When am I ever going to pull out my Women in Scripture notes? Now I know the answer: to keep me sane. If I took all classes in one area back then, I would have never finished. Plus, enrolling in those random classes helped maintain the flow of my creative juices.
2. Life is a Highway. Naturally, you want to drive it all night long. What kind of car do you want to drive it in?
*Answer: (a) but for breakfast you choose to eat a meal high in fiber to cleanse your insides
1. Would you rather*:
(a) Eat fish sticks for lunch and dinner everyday for a month (February counts). Fish sticks for breakfast would be optional.
(b) Eat a meal from Sonic that I purchased and sent to you on the next business day (note: I would probably buy it on a Saturday)
(c) Become a vegan
My best friend from IL and I worked together for nearly 6 years and during our downtime (i.e. the majority of the day) we would write each other faux mid-terms that included questions like the one above. While feeling low the other day, I wrote her a test. It was the first one in over a year. I had such a hard time thinking of things to write that it almost made me feel worse. I used to be so creative (or so I thought). Unfortunately, now my brain is so math-focused that I find it difficult to think about anything else. I hate it!
In an attempt to prevent further deterioration of my creativity, I signed up for a French class next semester. One of our degree requirements is to obtain the ability to read in at least one other language. The department strongly recommends that we take our language classes during the summer, but I am sticking it to the man and taking it when I want to take it.
I remember going through undergrad thinking why do I have to take all of these nonsense classes? How is Tolkien and Fantasy Literature going to help me in the future? When am I ever going to pull out my Women in Scripture notes? Now I know the answer: to keep me sane. If I took all classes in one area back then, I would have never finished. Plus, enrolling in those random classes helped maintain the flow of my creative juices.
2. Life is a Highway. Naturally, you want to drive it all night long. What kind of car do you want to drive it in?
*Answer: (a) but for breakfast you choose to eat a meal high in fiber to cleanse your insides
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Where's Gloria Gaynor When You Need Her?
There are less than two weeks left of school...then finals week (blah!). In order to get myself through it I have allowed "I Will Survive" to play in the back of my head throughout the day. Luckily, I got through my presentation last week without any noticeable mistakes. Unfortunately, there were so many questions to be answered throughout the presentation that I did not get to finish. Thus, I have round 2 to look forward to tomorrow afternoon. On the upside, I have two other people working with me to get through this paper so I hopefully I can count on them to help field the questions from the audience.
I cried in a professor's office yesterday. It wasn't a hearty cry. It was a I'm so frustrated that my eyes fill up with tears and they drop down my face while I'm talking/listening to you type of cry. That happened at about 11 am so they pretty much set the tone for the rest of my day at school. In total, my eyes leaked out my body's frustrations five times yesterday (all of which occurred at school). In my defense one of the five times, I sort of laugh-cried. I was talking to one of the few other girls in the department and we started laughing about the fact that I couldn't stop them from coming. We also talked about our professors' goal of breaking us graduate students down to nothing so that we lose all confidence just so hopefully years from now we will truly know what we know. I think they are doing a great job of reaching their goal.
Enough about that. My life has not been totally upsetting these past few weeks. For instance, I have had great pleasure observing a pair of my mathlete peers that recently started dating. The girl is 20 and the guy is roughly 26. I guess you could say that they make a good couple since they both apparently give the BIGGEST most obnoxious looking hickeys I have ever seen [on a person's neck]. Oh how I love being surrounded by socially awkward people that reach their hickey stage in their early to mid 20s.
I cried in a professor's office yesterday. It wasn't a hearty cry. It was a I'm so frustrated that my eyes fill up with tears and they drop down my face while I'm talking/listening to you type of cry. That happened at about 11 am so they pretty much set the tone for the rest of my day at school. In total, my eyes leaked out my body's frustrations five times yesterday (all of which occurred at school). In my defense one of the five times, I sort of laugh-cried. I was talking to one of the few other girls in the department and we started laughing about the fact that I couldn't stop them from coming. We also talked about our professors' goal of breaking us graduate students down to nothing so that we lose all confidence just so hopefully years from now we will truly know what we know. I think they are doing a great job of reaching their goal.
Enough about that. My life has not been totally upsetting these past few weeks. For instance, I have had great pleasure observing a pair of my mathlete peers that recently started dating. The girl is 20 and the guy is roughly 26. I guess you could say that they make a good couple since they both apparently give the BIGGEST most obnoxious looking hickeys I have ever seen [on a person's neck]. Oh how I love being surrounded by socially awkward people that reach their hickey stage in their early to mid 20s.
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