With school on my mind, I'm getting really good at taking notes. Here are a few from the last few days:
One of my kids likes brussels sprouts. Of course, cover ANYTHING with alfredo sauce and it's good, right?
This weekend I get to write a 5 page summary paper on a four page article. Go figure.
My bro-in-law visited me before his MCAT yesterday. That was nice. Thanks Brad!
Anybody know how to create a Google Site? It's an assignment due in July, and I'm struggling.
IT'S FRIDAY!!!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The Boot Got The Boot
Well folks, I'm on day 3 of wearing two shoes. It true: the walking boot is gone. In it's place is an ankle brace that I can wear with a shoe.
That boot had been my constant companion for 2 months. It had sand on it from the beach in California, I wore it to my first Disneyland trip ever, brought it on a bus, train, car, trax and plane. I've worn it to church and on the trampoline (don't worry, I didn't jump, just sat there and got bounced by my kids). It's been wet with the rain in Virginia, and touched the ground in Washington D.C. when I gave up and walked up the stairs to the Iwo Jima monument.
Good-bye boot.
Hello shoe.
My Five:
1. Being able to drive again. (Hint: don't break your right ankle.)
2. Grad school. I feel blessed to be able to go. And stay awake.
3. A productive day at work. I had ten things on my to-do list and am down to one.
4. My kids. I miss them on my school days. Last night I went to their rooms and talked to them and tucked them in and gave them a kiss even though they were already sound asleep. Hopefully they can feel love when they're asleep.
5. My husband. We work really well together. I love being with someone who has the same goals as I do (or I have the same goals as he does. Whatever. It works.)
That boot had been my constant companion for 2 months. It had sand on it from the beach in California, I wore it to my first Disneyland trip ever, brought it on a bus, train, car, trax and plane. I've worn it to church and on the trampoline (don't worry, I didn't jump, just sat there and got bounced by my kids). It's been wet with the rain in Virginia, and touched the ground in Washington D.C. when I gave up and walked up the stairs to the Iwo Jima monument.
Good-bye boot.
Hello shoe.
My Five:
1. Being able to drive again. (Hint: don't break your right ankle.)
2. Grad school. I feel blessed to be able to go. And stay awake.
3. A productive day at work. I had ten things on my to-do list and am down to one.
4. My kids. I miss them on my school days. Last night I went to their rooms and talked to them and tucked them in and gave them a kiss even though they were already sound asleep. Hopefully they can feel love when they're asleep.
5. My husband. We work really well together. I love being with someone who has the same goals as I do (or I have the same goals as he does. Whatever. It works.)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
School
I started graduate school this week.
My first question? What if your professor is also your co-worker and he's helping you with a project you must implement? And you are waiting for him to make a decision on something?
Answer: DON'T bring up work issues, even if he does first. And NEVER ask questions such as "When do you plan on having a decision made on that?" in front of the class. Said professor might come right up to your desk and very FIRMLY tell you that he's NOT telling you when he'll have it done.
Result: You might get on the teacher's bad side on day one. And you still have to work with him. And he grades you.
Second Question: What do you do with the Annoying Know-it-all in the class? Every class has one. Thankfully, my classes have only one.
Answer: I don't know yet. I'm thinking of maybe keeping track of the times he says, "Of Course...", or the times he says, "What I've learned...". Maybe I'll just step on his pizza. Or leave him alone: I've got my own problems.
Third Question: How do you get yourself to read a big, thick booklet printed in the 80's (it's typed on a typewriter) on statistical research? I loved the class (minus the prof. not liking me part), but the reading? Really?
Answer: You start on the train ride to work. Then you fall asleep. So you start again on your lunch break. Or at least have good intentions of starting on your lunch break, but then feel the need to blog. Start again on the train ride home. Ya - that's when you'll do it.
I actually have really enjoyed it, and I was somewhat (but not really) exaggerating on the professor not liking me part (but it's my own fault. Kind of like breaking my ankle was my own fault). If I could just get myself to read that booklet....
My first question? What if your professor is also your co-worker and he's helping you with a project you must implement? And you are waiting for him to make a decision on something?
Answer: DON'T bring up work issues, even if he does first. And NEVER ask questions such as "When do you plan on having a decision made on that?" in front of the class. Said professor might come right up to your desk and very FIRMLY tell you that he's NOT telling you when he'll have it done.
Result: You might get on the teacher's bad side on day one. And you still have to work with him. And he grades you.
Second Question: What do you do with the Annoying Know-it-all in the class? Every class has one. Thankfully, my classes have only one.
Answer: I don't know yet. I'm thinking of maybe keeping track of the times he says, "Of Course...", or the times he says, "What I've learned...". Maybe I'll just step on his pizza. Or leave him alone: I've got my own problems.
Third Question: How do you get yourself to read a big, thick booklet printed in the 80's (it's typed on a typewriter) on statistical research? I loved the class (minus the prof. not liking me part), but the reading? Really?
Answer: You start on the train ride to work. Then you fall asleep. So you start again on your lunch break. Or at least have good intentions of starting on your lunch break, but then feel the need to blog. Start again on the train ride home. Ya - that's when you'll do it.
I actually have really enjoyed it, and I was somewhat (but not really) exaggerating on the professor not liking me part (but it's my own fault. Kind of like breaking my ankle was my own fault). If I could just get myself to read that booklet....