I FINISHED MY PAPER, I FINISHED MY PAPER, I FINISHED MY PAPER!!! That icky 20 page minimum Aquinas is done and turned in, mwa ha ha. It was 20 pages and a paragraph, too; I'm an overachiever.
I also finished the other two papers for the same class, so no more Aquinas homework EVER...Although I don't know if I can spend an entire weekend writing about philosophy and metaphysics again. It was kind of painful...and I do mean an ENTIRE weekend...well ok, minus the two hours that I ran errands on Saturday. But other than that, Friday night until today at 5:30, nothing but sitting in my office chair with a pile of 12 books in my floor. Sara is my alibi.
So now I just have two more papers and an exam til the end of the semester. Next weekend, though, I'm going to go home to Tennessee. It's Emily's first tee ball game. Mom told her she was going to sign her up for tee ball awhile back and Emily said ok, but if she doesn't like it, she's going to "sign down."
I also plan to investigate this love letter matter that I've heard about. (Seth is writing love letters now and I can write about it because he doesn't read my blog).
Oh guess what. I get to sit in on a murder trial in a few weeks! Is it bad that I find that exciting? Probably. It's not like I'm happy that there was a murder, though. It's actually even more sad than usual because this little 15 year old boy got killed for no apparent reason while visiting a friend. Four people were charged.
Ok, now it's time to let everyone else in on an interesting topic from class. We had a discussion a couple weeks ago about heaven and hell and there was a point brought up that I had never thought about. Hell is the ultimate picture of God's love.
God allows us free will, so if people reject Him, He is not going to force them to accept Him. He lets us choose, so if we decide we want nothing to do with God, He will give us that (Hell - eternal separation from Him). Of course, that's not at all implying that hell isn't just that...But interesting stuff, huh?
Monday, April 14, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I Think I Missed Something
Mom always tells me that I have an exciting life, but there are a lot of times that I disagree. I work and go to school and start all over again. Of course there are things I do outside of that, but not enough. I passed a gas station on my way home today and saw three college guys standing by a car, joking around. And I thought, "I think I missed that era."
Aside from studying abroad, I feel like I didn't have much fun in college...and even when I was abroad, I was taking classes.
I pretty much hated middle school, I didn't enjoy the majority of high school and now I'm in grad school, wondering if I really want to get a master's. What I really want to do is travel around the world and spend more time with friends and family and Pete. (Don't you feel special, Pete? You have your own category).
I'm kind of tired of hearing about all the fun everyone is having and all the dates my friends and co-workers are going on. I keep thinking, "When is my time?"
I hope this doesn't come off as complaining about what I have. I am extremely blessed to have my job and I'm really enjoying it. I'm blessed to even have the time to go to grad school right out of college and I'm blessed to be at such a good school. But lately, I feel like I could be a lot happier.
I just got back from class awhile ago and didn't come home in the greatest mood. I'm just not that into the classes I'm taking. I go to class after working all day, sit in a chair for 3 hours and try to listen to a lecture while, in reality, I'm probably spacing out two-thirds of the time. I honestly DO try to pay attention, but I'm just not interested in a lot of things.
Just a couple weeks ago, I signed up for a class over the summer and two classes in the fall. I'm really looking forward to the summer one...it's on cults. :) But it's interesting. I can actually apply it because there are so many false teachings out there and I highly doubt I will have problems spacing out. And I think when I get to take the class on apologetics, I'll really enjoy that, too. But this whole "Old Testament Survey" and "New Testament Survey" and talking about all the Greek translations simply don't pique my interest.
So anyway, I'm wrestling with a few options concerning grad school right now and I still have that paper to write since I couldn't bring myself to do it last weekend. In fact, it's the long paper plus a short paper and I'm hoping my classmate was wrong when he mentioned there's another short one, too. As my editor would say, "It's not a sexy thing to write about."
Speaking of, I'm on writing probation. Since I always write too much, my stories are supposed to be 20 inches or shorter for awhile. I don't know what 20 inches translates to, so I don't know how else to explain it, but it can be hard to do if you have a really good story.
It's not a bad thing, though. I'm not in trouble; I'm just learning to tighten up my stories. And my boss agreed that having too much to write in itself is not a problem; it's just cutting it down.
I did get some great feedback on a recent story, though, and that made me feel good. I interviewed a lady whose husband died of Alzheimer's at the age of 40. I was worried that the editor had taken out some of the important parts of the story, but I sent her both an original copy and a hard copy and she said she was so touched that she cried.
Oh, and I have also decided to invent a sweet tea that doesn't have an after taste. It'll make millions. Maybe that's how I will fund my trip around the world.
P.S. I should also mention that Pete has informed me, after reading my last entry, that a toilet is not an appliance, but a fixture. That's why I write and he fixes things.
Aside from studying abroad, I feel like I didn't have much fun in college...and even when I was abroad, I was taking classes.
I pretty much hated middle school, I didn't enjoy the majority of high school and now I'm in grad school, wondering if I really want to get a master's. What I really want to do is travel around the world and spend more time with friends and family and Pete. (Don't you feel special, Pete? You have your own category).
I'm kind of tired of hearing about all the fun everyone is having and all the dates my friends and co-workers are going on. I keep thinking, "When is my time?"
I hope this doesn't come off as complaining about what I have. I am extremely blessed to have my job and I'm really enjoying it. I'm blessed to even have the time to go to grad school right out of college and I'm blessed to be at such a good school. But lately, I feel like I could be a lot happier.
I just got back from class awhile ago and didn't come home in the greatest mood. I'm just not that into the classes I'm taking. I go to class after working all day, sit in a chair for 3 hours and try to listen to a lecture while, in reality, I'm probably spacing out two-thirds of the time. I honestly DO try to pay attention, but I'm just not interested in a lot of things.
Just a couple weeks ago, I signed up for a class over the summer and two classes in the fall. I'm really looking forward to the summer one...it's on cults. :) But it's interesting. I can actually apply it because there are so many false teachings out there and I highly doubt I will have problems spacing out. And I think when I get to take the class on apologetics, I'll really enjoy that, too. But this whole "Old Testament Survey" and "New Testament Survey" and talking about all the Greek translations simply don't pique my interest.
So anyway, I'm wrestling with a few options concerning grad school right now and I still have that paper to write since I couldn't bring myself to do it last weekend. In fact, it's the long paper plus a short paper and I'm hoping my classmate was wrong when he mentioned there's another short one, too. As my editor would say, "It's not a sexy thing to write about."
Speaking of, I'm on writing probation. Since I always write too much, my stories are supposed to be 20 inches or shorter for awhile. I don't know what 20 inches translates to, so I don't know how else to explain it, but it can be hard to do if you have a really good story.
It's not a bad thing, though. I'm not in trouble; I'm just learning to tighten up my stories. And my boss agreed that having too much to write in itself is not a problem; it's just cutting it down.
I did get some great feedback on a recent story, though, and that made me feel good. I interviewed a lady whose husband died of Alzheimer's at the age of 40. I was worried that the editor had taken out some of the important parts of the story, but I sent her both an original copy and a hard copy and she said she was so touched that she cried.
Oh, and I have also decided to invent a sweet tea that doesn't have an after taste. It'll make millions. Maybe that's how I will fund my trip around the world.
P.S. I should also mention that Pete has informed me, after reading my last entry, that a toilet is not an appliance, but a fixture. That's why I write and he fixes things.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Curses
I just left a comment on a friend's wall that I'm having doubts about my pursuit of higher education. I should be working on a 20-25 page paper about a philosopher that I don't understand and the pile of books in my floor make me want to cry.
Sara, on the other hand, is standing in my doorway, still in her bathrobe, sucking on an ice cube and telling me that she's going to paint her nails...and is now laughing hysterically because she put the ice on my neck and I had a delayed reaction.
She said we should be sitting on islands, eating popcorn and chocolate. I'm going to add strawberries to that list.
I've never been so unmotivated to write a paper in my life. I know that once I make an outline and cite my sources, I'll feel a little better, but can you blame me for not wanting to spend a Sunday afternoon making sense of Aristotle's metaphysics?
In other news, I got pranked on April Fool's Day. My editor put a post-it on my desk that said to call Mr. Lyon for details on a story, so I did. A voice recording came on and I pressed 9 for the operator. I told the lady I was calling for a Mr. Lyon. "I'm sorry," she said. "You've been pranked...This is the zoo." I felt like an idiot and then decided to pass along the number to Mom.
I also got a new toilet yesterday. I know that doesn't sound very exciting, but my old one was driving me nuts, so I have to tell everyone about my new appliance.
...Oh my gosh, I need to get out more.
Sara, on the other hand, is standing in my doorway, still in her bathrobe, sucking on an ice cube and telling me that she's going to paint her nails...and is now laughing hysterically because she put the ice on my neck and I had a delayed reaction.
She said we should be sitting on islands, eating popcorn and chocolate. I'm going to add strawberries to that list.
I've never been so unmotivated to write a paper in my life. I know that once I make an outline and cite my sources, I'll feel a little better, but can you blame me for not wanting to spend a Sunday afternoon making sense of Aristotle's metaphysics?
In other news, I got pranked on April Fool's Day. My editor put a post-it on my desk that said to call Mr. Lyon for details on a story, so I did. A voice recording came on and I pressed 9 for the operator. I told the lady I was calling for a Mr. Lyon. "I'm sorry," she said. "You've been pranked...This is the zoo." I felt like an idiot and then decided to pass along the number to Mom.
I also got a new toilet yesterday. I know that doesn't sound very exciting, but my old one was driving me nuts, so I have to tell everyone about my new appliance.
...Oh my gosh, I need to get out more.
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