Well, now I'm really overwhelmed. I tried to drop the class that the advisor talked me into taking, and he's against it. AND I just found out that journalism classes are going to be in pretty short supply, come Spring, so I better take advantage while I can. And I thought this was going to be an easy semester, because I got classes I was actually interested in and I don't have to work full time. Phooey! And why did I think my health problems were going to mysteriously recede? Stress and overwork just exacerbates them. So, now, in addition to considering surgery for my sleep apnea, my asthma has flared up in conjunction with an upper respiratory infection. But hey, I'm cool. I can do this. I conquered the evil Algebra, and I can lick this, too. Perhaps, I'll just work my ass off (an additional benefit) and graduate early. Besides, If I'm being a baby in a Bachelor's program, how do I expect to get my Master's? Trust the force.
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
My schedule is getting longer and my days seem to be getting shorter. And more tedious. Definition of tedious? Just let me say that my grammar teacher is a complete certified ass. He is arrogant and condescending, and seems to delight in demeaning students. I'd go to the dean if I thought it hadn't been done 100 times before. He's got tenure and they can't touch him, I'm sure. Anyway, he makes an otherwise neutral day into a ghoulish nightmare. He'd be entertaining at a party, I suppose. Reminiscent of Truman Capote on his bitchier days, only not as clever. When I stop to consider him as a person, not simply an idiot who happens to have power of me and isn't afraid to abuse it, I must feel sorry for him. To have come this far in life, and completely miss the point, must offer a joyless existence.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Okay, so that was embarrassingly difficult. Some on-line journalist I'm going to make. I can't even sign on to my own blog! Duh! Hmmm... that decomposed my composure. Maybe a little stream-of-consciousness to get me going... Let's see, anything on my mind? Apparently I've lost it. Okay, well let me just talk about what I'm going to do here... Sleep Study. I leave here to go sleep at a hospital with electrodes stuck all over me. I'm the envy of all my friends. I can stop breathing hundreds of times a night, stop my heart from pumping momentarily, and still live. How does she do it, folks? Well, I've had years of practice.