Presentation Done, Good Reading

I can’t talk about the pre­sen­ta­tion. I might have flash­backs. The fact that BOTH my class­es that start next week have group projects is NOT giv­ing me a hap­py.

Personal DemonHow­ev­er, I did read Kel­ly Arm­strong’s lat­est Women of the Oth­er­world book, Per­son­al Demon, yes­ter­day, and then Dana Stabenow’s Pre­pared for Rage today. They were good.
Con­tin­ue read­ing “Pre­sen­ta­tion Done, Good Read­ing”

Weekend and School Update

The girl and Sam both had busy week­ends. Katie went out Fri­day and Sat­ur­day, play­ing D&D with friends first, then going to a par­ty with her sweet­ie dur­ing my and Sam’s date Sat­ur­day night. Sam had a com­put­er to deliv­er Sat­ur­day morn­ing, then ran around pick­ing up some things. He went out again yes­ter­day, to the library for me and to the gro­cery store and the farmer’s mar­ket and I’m not even sure where else. Then he did an inter­vew for his pod­cast last night.

This is the last week of my class­es for the semes­ter, so I did a paper for one class and cre­at­ed my slides for a group project pre­sen­ta­tion in the oth­er, then had a cou­ple of quizzes. Mon­day night we do our pre­sen­ta­tion online, and see the oth­er groups’ pre­sen­ta­tions. That class does­n’t have a final, but I do have to take the final for the man­age­ment class, then I’m done.

Next week I start a class every­body is appar­ent­ly sup­posed to take around the begin­ning of their stud­ies, since one of the assign­ments involves cre­at­ing a “plan of study.” DeVry seems to have a lot of these “because we said so” class­es, which is annoy­ing. I’m also tak­ing my first tech­ni­cal writ­ing course at DeVry, though. It will involve more group projects, a bane of my exis­tence.

It’s one thing to work togeth­er in a busi­ness set­ting, where peo­ple’s jobs depend on their per­for­mance. It’s quite anoth­er to be yoked with peo­ple who just can’t be arsed to pull their weight and appar­ent­ly think Bs are high grades. I’m absolute­ly appalled by the num­ber of peo­ple in the 400-lev­el class­es I had this semes­ter who can­not cre­ate a coher­ent para­graph, much less write a paper.

I had the required “write a research paper” class over 20 years ago, at anoth­er school. Either the stan­dards have fall­en hor­ri­bly, or Mer­cer had high­er stan­dards than I real­ized. (I won’t even both­er com­par­ing Agnes Scot­t’s stan­dards to DeVry. It’s too painful.) Of course, if either of those schools had reme­di­al cours­es of any sort, I was unaware of them. Those “teach you what you should have learned in mid­dle school” class­es are a fact of life in all the Uni­ver­si­ty sys­tem schools and DeVry. I know that there were some when I took class­es at Geor­gia Perime­ter so many years ago, but they seem to be more and more impor­tant now. I hon­est­ly don’t think they belong in any insti­tu­tion of “high­er learn­ing.” If you can’t read, write, and do basic math before you get to col­lege, you have no busi­ness being there, because you do not have the essen­tial tools required for suc­cess. I sup­pose that makes me an elit­ist.

It’s going to be odd going back to 100 and 200 lev­el cours­es next week. By the time most stu­dents do get to the 400-lev­el cours­es, the true dregs have dropped out or risen out of that sta­tus. Thread­ed dis­cus­sions are such a huge part of online class­es that you get far more expo­sure to your class­mates writ­ing than in a face-to-face class, and you quick­ly find out who can’t or won’t write and who has no clue about how to dis­cuss issues with­out degen­er­at­ing into total non­sense. That part of this semes­ter has­n’t been as bad as oth­ers, at least. I did still run into nut­cas­es insist­ing that this coun­try was found­ed as a “Chris­t­ian nation,” but that’s pret­ty much to be expect­ed any­more.

Stoopid School!

I just found out that DeVry did­n’t “pack­age” my finan­cial aid for this semes­ter. Huh? I reg­is­tered the day reg­is­tra­tion opened, or near­ly so, as I recall. I was­n’t sched­uled to grad­u­ate. I did every­thing I’m sup­posed to do, in fact. Some­body there just dropped the ball.

Why isn’t that sort of thing auto­mat­ed so that does­n’t hap­pen? It isn’t as if the place spe­cial­ized in, oh, tech­ni­cal degrees or any­thing like that, right?

Then they inform me that because of their mis­take, my stu­dent loans are also screwed up, and I’m going to end up owing them over $4k for the semes­ter! What?!

Yes, I’m fight­ing this. That school has screwed up some­thing every sin­gle semes­ter I’ve attend­ed it! Unfor­tu­nate­ly, so did SPSU. Is this just a giv­en with col­leges? They only hire the incom­pe­tent, or they don’t hon­or com­pe­tence, or what? I know that schools usu­al­ly pay less than oth­er employ­ers, so maybe they can’t com­pete and don’t care to try?

For your sakes, I will not upload a record­ing of the bel­low of inar­tic­u­late rage this crap pro­voked. I think it would have bro­ken my micro­phone, any­way.

Another One Down

I fin­ished up week 3 of the semes­ter, which means that we’re almost at the halfway point. I real­ly, real­ly want to get done with both class­es this semes­ter. I’ve had to drop the man­age­ment class twice in the past, and I’m tired of it!

The human­i­ties class isn’t that bad, oth­er than the “My Coun­try Right or Wrong” crowd. Some­one pulled out the old, “If you don’t like it you should just move” non­sense yes­ter­day. I wish I’d had a way to place a bet on how long it would take for that to hap­pen, as I fig­ured it was about time.
Con­tin­ue read­ing “Anoth­er One Down”

Sunday and Homework

I’ve got to stop this. I keep pro­cras­ti­nat­ing each week, so I end up with a bunch of home­work to do on Sun­day. Blah. I know per­fect­ly well that I should­n’t do that, because I can’t count on being able to focus on any par­tic­u­lar day. I even advised oth­er stu­dents with FMS against pro­cras­ti­nat­ing, for that very rea­son. So why do I end up, every week, rac­ing the clock to get it all done?

Not only is it stu­pid for me, it’s a bad exam­ple for the girl. And it adds to my stress, which makes me feel worse. Stu­pid, stu­pid, stu­pid.

I know part of it is a perfectionism/OCD thing. I put it off because my brain isn’t focus­ing mar­velous­ly, even though ratio­nal­ly I know that it does­n’t ever do that any more, and I’m not going to get mag­i­cal­ly less fog­gy on Sun­day just because I have assign­ments due.

I fall into doing oth­er things, too, then get obsessed with doing them per­fect­ly and spend hours on what should have been a 15-minute job. For instance, I was just going to add the books I’m read­ing at the moment to Now Read­ing yes­ter­day, and instead of stop­ping there I end­ed up putting in a bunch of books I want to read, and com­plet­ing entry of series I read in the past, and adding images to some records that were miss­ing them, and…

This, of course, is also when I get stuck on things like, “This desk is too clut­tered. I’ve got to put some things away. Where is that piece of paper with the new doc­tor’s num­ber on it? Oh, I need to call…” Half the things that start whirring through my head as my urgent can’t even be done on the week­ends, any­way, like mak­ing appoint­ments or check­ing on my Social Secu­ri­ty claim. Mak­ing to-do lists helps get some of them out of my head, but I don’t need to be mak­ing lists or blog­ging or any­thing else. I need to be study­ing!

I just real­ized that part of my “save it for Sun­day” thing has to do with Sun­day being Sam’s pod­cast­ing day. If he’s avail­able, I’d rather spend time with him than study. He won’t be avail­able on Sun­day, so I know I won’t have any­thing bet­ter to do then. It would be far more func­tion­al, though, to be work­ing on next week’s assign­ments while he’s busy, rather than scur­ry­ing to get things fin­ished on time.

This post spon­sored by Cyn’s dys­func­tion­al brain

Winter Semester Grades

A week into Spring semes­ter, I final­ly got my Win­ter semes­ter grades: 99.7 in the career class, 97.6 in the project man­age­ment class. I should still have a 4.0, then.

I’ve got to get my and Katie’s FAF­SAs done. I should have already done it. It feels so weird to think about the fact that she’ll soon be in col­lege, too!

Semester done!

I took my project man­age­ment final tonight, so I’m done with the semes­ter! Now I’m try­ing to down­load the text­book files for next semes­ter, but the ebook serv­er is hav­ing Issues.

In the mean­time, I’m lis­ten­ing to some love­ly new music, free and legal, over at The­Six­ty­One. I don’t know how Sam found out about the place, but it’s neat.

Con­tin­ue read­ing “Semes­ter done!”

Flu. Mono. Whatever.

What­ev­er it is, it sucks. No mat­ter how long Katie and I sleep, we stay exhaust­ed.

We did watch more Dex­ter while we were awake. And I stud­ied for my Project Man­age­ment final. I’m actu­al­ly using the study guide, like a good girl! Hey, my brain is so stu­pid right now that I need all the help I can get. Maybe I should have read some of the text, huh?

Oh! I fin­ished Shirley Dams­gaard’s Ophe­lia & Abby series. Very good stuff! They’re cozy mys­ter­ies, but there’s also an inter­est­ing por­tray­al of peo­ple fol­low­ing a “fam­i­ly tra­di­tion” of folk mag­ic.1

On to Stranger in Death!


1 I have to say that the ref­er­ences to “witch­es” have caused some inter­est­ing changes in the ads Google is stick­ing on this site. Love spells? Please!

Never, Never on a Sunday

Nope, not Sun­day. Most­ly. Well, maybe some­times. Damned ear­worm!

I was try­ing to be Very, Very good today as I wrapped up my assign­ments for the semes­ter. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, I got com­plete­ly dis­tract­ed by the fact that I had­n’t done a bloody thing with Pagan Par­ents since adopt­ing the site. I got it work­ing at a min­i­mal lev­el, so it should be easy to add con­tent now.

Hint Hint: Con­tent! I need con­tent! Col­lab­o­ra­tors! Seri­ous­ly, if you have opin­ions about par­ent­ing as a pagan, or you know of resources that I should link to, please let me know. If you know some­body who might want to write an arti­cle or blog with us there, have him or her con­tact me.
Con­tin­ue read­ing “Nev­er, Nev­er on a Sun­day”