To Do List

Dec. 9th, 2012 08:18 pm
cinaed: I improve on misquotation (Cary Grant)
 I figured a "to do" list is appropriate as a way to take a break from working on a ten-page paper for five straight hours. *wry* 

So, to do!


-Finish ten-page paper on myth retold in children's literature (6/10 pages done, all the rest outlined)
-Clean up Powerpoint presentation for the paper (99% complete, just need to add my conclusions and works cited page)


-Message manager about Christmas vacation
-Write 3 page paper on topic for children's services class
-Work on portfolio for field study


-If portfolio is not complete, finish
-Finish the presentation for the digital access presentation (80% complete)
-Investigate car repair shops in the area (not started)


-If presentation not complete, finish
-Work 5-9 shift


-Present my workshop idea to field study supervisor
-Go the comic book shop and treat myself to the newest Winter Soldier issue?
cinaed: I can whistle through my fingers, bulldog a steer, light a fire with two sticks, shoot a pistol with fair accuracy (Ann Sheridan)
Hey! Sorry that I have been so quiet lately, but now that I'm done with the semester, hopefully I'll be a bit more talkative, heh.

Stuff that has been interesting in the past few weeks for me:

-Finished my second semester of grad school! Unfortunately, this semester didn't actually teach me much about what to expect as a librarian-- so much theory, so little actual "here's what to expect when you're actually working in a library/archives/museum." But next semester I have Children's Lit AND my field study so I expect fall to be much more useful and interesting.

-Went to a wedding! ...Fainted at the wedding! Let's just say high heels, standing in crowds, and not being fed until eight at night makes for a bad combination. I am fine, just have a few nice bruises on my legs and a small cut on my chin from where I caught the railing as I crumpled. Apparently it's a family tradition to get hurt at weddings anyway-- my grandmother apparently fell down some steps and had to get stitches in her forehead at Uncle Ricky's wedding. So I had a lot of people coming up to me with a cheerful, "I hear you're continuing the family tradition! Least you didn't need stitches!"

-Saw The Avengers in 3D with my mom! Enjoyed 90% of the movie, although I had an awful migraine afterwards thanks to the 3D. No spoilers here, but now I want ALL THE FIC and a Black Widow movie. (Come on, universe, if you're not going to give me a Wonder Woman movie, at least give me a Black Widow one!)


Aug. 22nd, 2011 06:27 pm
cinaed: I can whistle through my fingers, bulldog a steer, light a fire with two sticks, shoot a pistol with fair accuracy (Ann Sheridan)
Hey! Just thought I should let you all know that I am going to be offline for a couple days. I moved into my apartment for grad school and don't have internet right now. I am online on my phone right now but it's a bit difficult to surf the internet on this. Hope everyone is enjoying the last days of summer!
cinaed: I can whistle through my fingers, bulldog a steer, light a fire with two sticks, shoot a pistol with fair accuracy (Ann Sheridan)
So the first few weeks of March were just as awful as February. No, really.

1. A storm fried my personal computer EVEN THOUGH it was plugged into a surge protector. Also, the storm happened in the middle of the night, which is not fair, because if I'd been awake I would have turned my computer off. My writing is all safe on a thumb-drive, but I have over 40 hours of music saved on that computer from a period of five years. Uuugh. My music. :(

2. I got to spend $1,500 on my car as part of the 100,000 mile tune-up-- they had to replace like three things and they also found a leak in something, so...yeah. I mean, my car is running so smoothly now, and the car repair shop is letting me pay them in three installments of $500, but damn, I had wanted to spend my tax refund on myself, not my car, you know?

3. Last Tuesday, I got diagnosed with an ulcer. An ULCER. I am twenty-four years old, people, how do I have an ulcer? Come oooooonnnn. :( I am on generic Protonix and also taking liquid Maalox, which seems to be doing the trick-- I was literally in tears and shaking every time I ate for about a week, because the pain was that intense. Hopefully a month of the Pantoprazole will do the trick.

So you're probably going, "How can Ace call March a win after all THAT?"

I have two words for you:

Graduate school.

I got accepted into grad school! THE school I wanted to go to, the one that has people looking impressed when I tell them I'm attending the library science program there, the one that's close enough to my hometown where I can occasionally go home on the weekends!

I got the news Friday and pretty much floated around work that day, wearing a big stupid grin. Even burning my hand with hot soup didn't diminish my happiness! (Much.)
cinaed: I improve on misquotation (Wendy Simms)
Figured I need to put my schedule somewhere, since otherwise I'll forget to do something. *sigh* So, so sick of school.


-Study for my geology test that's at 6:30
-Read Oedipus the King for Mythology
-Read the short paper on "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" for English


-Do math webwork
-Post a Zelenka story on [ profile] stargateficrec
-Begin the outline for my 5-page paper on "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof"


-Finish on outline for English
-Read Antigone for Mythology

Day Off

Mar. 17th, 2006 01:40 am
cinaed: I improve on misquotation (Purpose)
...So, my president of the college decided to give us the day off tomorrow. No joke. There's no classes Friday. It's some surprise tradition they're trying to get started.

All I know is that I like it, heh.

The world needs people like you and me
Who’ve been knocked around by fate
‘Cause when people see us
They don’t want to be us
And that makes them feel great
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This school truly is.

I'm having a shitty day...we had a "fire drill" at 2:30 in the morning -- and our school is so bright that they're "teaching us to remember to bring our keys" by locking the doors while we're out in the cold, shivering our asses off. I tell you, good survival skills there. Rather than, yanno, running outside and getting away from the fire, we're expected to grab our keys, even though every fire drill from childhood told us to, oh LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND. Fuckers.

And then I do my class schedule. Get all my classes, which was a nice surprise. I go to a meeting for a class project, go to dinner, watch a movie with Ashley, am feeling good.

Then I get back to my room, check my email, and have the PE teacher informs me I have skipped three classes and am therefore failing the class. She says I skipped 11/1, 11/8, and 11/16. Now, I admit, I skipped two classes, because the syllabus clearly says you can skip two classes, that's all.

But 11/1? That was Mindful Meditation. I went to that class, assholes. I mean, you lay there and daydream. I went to those classes, and no, I wasn't tardy.

Shitheads. So now I have to go and get this straightened out when I so didn't need this shit. I'll have to talk to Coach Wiggins and hope she remembers me in her class. If not, hope people from my class can vouch for me.

Because I am NOT failing a class for something I didn't do. I am NOT failing a class because the PE teachers here are fucking egocentric control-freaks who don't know what the hell they're talking about. I am NOT failing a fucking PE class.


Screw this college and screw this shit. I am getting the hell out either this semester or next semester. I am NOT doing four years here in this hell hole.


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