I was lame last night and got myself all pumped up for an all nighter, being sure to complain about it to a bunch of people so they'd feel sorry for me. And then, at 2, I got tired and went to bed, failing to accomplish even close to everything I was supposed to. Sigh. So now I have to do it this weekend. *self pity*
I just purchased myself another ID card, because I grew tired of waiting for mine to be sent to me, and it turns out that, as of this morning, I had over $214 in declining meal plan money left. So I treated four people and myself to lunch at the grill this afternoon, and I've still got like $180. So if anyone on campus wants any sort of food this upcoming week, let me know, because I've got the hookup. I want to squander this fortune, rather than letting the college take it from me quietly. So this means 'tornadoes' every night all week. Maybe twice a night. Or cheeseburgers for breakfast. Awesome...
This afternoon, instead of doing work on my papers, I made Jello jigglers, because we've had jello sitting in our makeout closet since forever. I'd forgotten how much I appreciate a well-set jello jiggler.
Does the end of the schoolyear seem more surreal than anything to anybody else?
Friday, April 28, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
The angel opens her eyes
I was rebuked for not posting in a long time. So, instead of standing up for myself and asserting that I have too much to do to waste my time with posting, I'll just cave in and post.
I took one of those online, very empirical and conclusive quizzes to assess my personality, and it turns out I'm an idealist. No big surprise here. That's most likely why I hated the stigma of doughnuts in the Justice Matters tent this past week - don't bribe people to participate with doughnuts! They should care about these things because they are important, not because we're giving them tasty treats! Anyways, I think that's why I'm also struggling this semester. This semester, more than any other, I have felt very much that I'm just working for a grade right now. I'm not in it to learn, to better myself, and to enjoy the knowledge I'm gaining. I'm just in this to keep my grades up so I can keep my scholarships so I can continue to afford to go here. And not only am I an idealist, I'm an idealist in the Education department, which means I am now living a teacher's worst nightmare. The last thing teachers want is for their students to be performance-driven, working only for the grade. So it's frustrating for me, and I don't know how to snap myself out of it at this point in the game. Sigh.
On a different note, here's a picture of me and my sisters on our trip to Michigan this summer. I love my sisters, and I miss them a lot. Sara is thinking about spending most of the summer in New York with a friend, which I think would be a great opportunity, but it would also be sad.
On a final note, I helped the kids in my lab kill chickens for dissection on Wednesday, and it was pretty awful because one of the chickens refused to die, even after being swung around in circles by his neck (an attempt which got me covered in chicken sh*t). So the kid grabbed a dissecting knife and chopped its head off. It was pretty graphic and violent, but at the same time entertaining. Is that twisted?
I took one of those online, very empirical and conclusive quizzes to assess my personality, and it turns out I'm an idealist. No big surprise here. That's most likely why I hated the stigma of doughnuts in the Justice Matters tent this past week - don't bribe people to participate with doughnuts! They should care about these things because they are important, not because we're giving them tasty treats! Anyways, I think that's why I'm also struggling this semester. This semester, more than any other, I have felt very much that I'm just working for a grade right now. I'm not in it to learn, to better myself, and to enjoy the knowledge I'm gaining. I'm just in this to keep my grades up so I can keep my scholarships so I can continue to afford to go here. And not only am I an idealist, I'm an idealist in the Education department, which means I am now living a teacher's worst nightmare. The last thing teachers want is for their students to be performance-driven, working only for the grade. So it's frustrating for me, and I don't know how to snap myself out of it at this point in the game. Sigh.
On a different note, here's a picture of me and my sisters on our trip to Michigan this summer. I love my sisters, and I miss them a lot. Sara is thinking about spending most of the summer in New York with a friend, which I think would be a great opportunity, but it would also be sad.
On a final note, I helped the kids in my lab kill chickens for dissection on Wednesday, and it was pretty awful because one of the chickens refused to die, even after being swung around in circles by his neck (an attempt which got me covered in chicken sh*t). So the kid grabbed a dissecting knife and chopped its head off. It was pretty graphic and violent, but at the same time entertaining. Is that twisted?
Friday, April 07, 2006
Hello Ohio
Tonight I am home alone. I've been told that being home alone, doing homework, on a Friday night is a sure sign of losership, but I'm kind of enjoying it. I'm listening to Over the Rhine right now, in honor of Katy. Before that, I listened to Carbon Leaf, in honor of Rachel. And before that, in honor of hundreds of years of Spanish tradition, I listened to Carlos Montoya lay down some sweet Flamenco guitar tracks.
This upcoming week is Passion Week, which is my favorite eight days of the year. No kidding. Better than Christmas, better than the first week of summer, better than Spring Break. Not because it's necessarily ice-cream-sundaes-and-balloon-animals fun, but because this week is so important to the Christian faith. While I know I should be thinking about these things year-round, the Lenten season and especially Holy Week is when I refocus, remembering the agony Christ suffered, but even more the glory He claimed and promises me through his resurrection. I don't let myself get bogged down with the debate on campus about having Good Friday off, because I can observe Holy Week while I'm in school, and (not to slight the beliefs of anyone who reads this) I think that too frequently this debate is voiced mostly by people who just don't want to have school any more than they have to. But I am excited about this upcoming week, and I hope that you will all be especially mindful and reflective about the life of Christ and his sacrifice which assures us salvation and eternal life.
On a somewhat related note, during Praise and Worship the other night, I sang the line "Jesus, you're all this heart [referring to my heart] is living for." I sang it once, then couldn't sing it anymore, because it's not true. I live for many other things besides Christ and His Kingdom. While this is something that is worked out through sanctification, is it something that we can really sing? None of us will reach that point in this lifetime. I don't know, any thoughts would be welcome.
The tone of this post is more sober than usual, for which I do not apologize. But if any of you need some zany observation or experience to make this a complete blog-reading experience, In zoology the other day, when my students were dissecting fetal pigs, I felt something on my shoulder and turned to see a somewhat distorted pig face smiling at me. One of the students had completely skinned his pig, taking the skin off in one piece, and was displaying it like a hand puppet. After a little internal freakout session, I told him he should become a taxidermist. He responded by saying he wished he could tan the skin and make pig leather out of it. He was dead serious. Oh Iowa.
This upcoming week is Passion Week, which is my favorite eight days of the year. No kidding. Better than Christmas, better than the first week of summer, better than Spring Break. Not because it's necessarily ice-cream-sundaes-and-balloon-animals fun, but because this week is so important to the Christian faith. While I know I should be thinking about these things year-round, the Lenten season and especially Holy Week is when I refocus, remembering the agony Christ suffered, but even more the glory He claimed and promises me through his resurrection. I don't let myself get bogged down with the debate on campus about having Good Friday off, because I can observe Holy Week while I'm in school, and (not to slight the beliefs of anyone who reads this) I think that too frequently this debate is voiced mostly by people who just don't want to have school any more than they have to. But I am excited about this upcoming week, and I hope that you will all be especially mindful and reflective about the life of Christ and his sacrifice which assures us salvation and eternal life.
On a somewhat related note, during Praise and Worship the other night, I sang the line "Jesus, you're all this heart [referring to my heart] is living for." I sang it once, then couldn't sing it anymore, because it's not true. I live for many other things besides Christ and His Kingdom. While this is something that is worked out through sanctification, is it something that we can really sing? None of us will reach that point in this lifetime. I don't know, any thoughts would be welcome.
The tone of this post is more sober than usual, for which I do not apologize. But if any of you need some zany observation or experience to make this a complete blog-reading experience, In zoology the other day, when my students were dissecting fetal pigs, I felt something on my shoulder and turned to see a somewhat distorted pig face smiling at me. One of the students had completely skinned his pig, taking the skin off in one piece, and was displaying it like a hand puppet. After a little internal freakout session, I told him he should become a taxidermist. He responded by saying he wished he could tan the skin and make pig leather out of it. He was dead serious. Oh Iowa.
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