Saturday, October 14, 2006
Adventures in Tech-Land
So I've been on the search for a microphone to stick into my computer's microphone jack. My voice recorder is full from all the homework I've been doing, and (dumb, cheap me) I didn't spring for the digitally convertible one when I bought it in the spring. Solution: record them onto my computer through a mic. It would also be helpful to be able to speak to Kevin over the web so we're not wasting precious cell phone minutes.
So on my way to class on Thursday, I stopped by a Circuit City and picked one up. There were few options - two desktop ones with stands and one small one with a clip. I bought the small one. $12.99. What a rip. I get home from class at around 10 p.m., plug it in and...
nothing.
I rifle through the printed material included, but turns out it was just the same warranty card - one in English and one in French. Looking online, I find that this model isn't even marketed to the U.S., but is a Canadian product (the company operates in a number of foreign countries). Craptacular, eh?
Friday. I'm off to an interview straight from my internship. I turn on the recorder...see the red light. start talking. Ten minutes later I look down and there's no red light. I pause the interview for a sec to figure out my recorder, and turns out the thing is full. Woe is me. For reals. I end up scribbling fanatically for nearly an hour.
As planned, I stopped by Circuit City and returned the mic (since the interview was in the same area). Walked a block down to the closest RadioShack (online, they have a much larger selection). Find only one microphone not attached to a set of headphones. $11.99 (other than that weird internet phone one on clearance for $1.99 but that's just shady). But it's RadioShack brand so I'm trusting it a little more than that last one. Buy it, sigh, head on home.
Get home, plug it in...
nothing.
And, unlike that last one, this one had absolutely no printed materials included. I know these are plug and play attachments, but there has to be some sort of instruction. At least tell people "plug in. Open program. Use." I don't even need another piece of paper for that. Print it on the back of the package or something.
I call up RadioShack tech support. Here's how it goes.
A: "It doesn't work, but I think it's me. What am I suppose to do?"
RadioShack Guy: "Does it have a 1/8" plug for the back of your computer?"
A: "Yes, well it plugs into my microphone jack."
RG: "Ok. Well now open up your recording software and start recording."
A: [fumbles to open up software] "Um...ok." [stalling for time so I can try it out while he's still there]
RG: "Do you have any other questions today?"
A: [still stalling] "Um...no"
RG: "Thanks."
A: "Wait!"
But alas, he was gone. The RadioShack guy hung up on me! I don't think they're suppose to do that. And his advice totally didn't work. Kevin suggested that I try for a USB one, since my mic jack is apparently jacked up (pun intended). His advice works.
So I spent my Friday night transcribing old interviews so I could erase them. What a waste. Lesson learned: RadioShack tech support sucks, and don't wait six months to transcribe a two hour interview while it takes up space on your recorder.
So on my way to class on Thursday, I stopped by a Circuit City and picked one up. There were few options - two desktop ones with stands and one small one with a clip. I bought the small one. $12.99. What a rip. I get home from class at around 10 p.m., plug it in and...
nothing.
I rifle through the printed material included, but turns out it was just the same warranty card - one in English and one in French. Looking online, I find that this model isn't even marketed to the U.S., but is a Canadian product (the company operates in a number of foreign countries). Craptacular, eh?
Friday. I'm off to an interview straight from my internship. I turn on the recorder...see the red light. start talking. Ten minutes later I look down and there's no red light. I pause the interview for a sec to figure out my recorder, and turns out the thing is full. Woe is me. For reals. I end up scribbling fanatically for nearly an hour.
As planned, I stopped by Circuit City and returned the mic (since the interview was in the same area). Walked a block down to the closest RadioShack (online, they have a much larger selection). Find only one microphone not attached to a set of headphones. $11.99 (other than that weird internet phone one on clearance for $1.99 but that's just shady). But it's RadioShack brand so I'm trusting it a little more than that last one. Buy it, sigh, head on home.
Get home, plug it in...
nothing.
And, unlike that last one, this one had absolutely no printed materials included. I know these are plug and play attachments, but there has to be some sort of instruction. At least tell people "plug in. Open program. Use." I don't even need another piece of paper for that. Print it on the back of the package or something.
I call up RadioShack tech support. Here's how it goes.
A: "It doesn't work, but I think it's me. What am I suppose to do?"
RadioShack Guy: "Does it have a 1/8" plug for the back of your computer?"
A: "Yes, well it plugs into my microphone jack."
RG: "Ok. Well now open up your recording software and start recording."
A: [fumbles to open up software] "Um...ok." [stalling for time so I can try it out while he's still there]
RG: "Do you have any other questions today?"
A: [still stalling] "Um...no"
RG: "Thanks."
A: "Wait!"
But alas, he was gone. The RadioShack guy hung up on me! I don't think they're suppose to do that. And his advice totally didn't work. Kevin suggested that I try for a USB one, since my mic jack is apparently jacked up (pun intended). His advice works.
So I spent my Friday night transcribing old interviews so I could erase them. What a waste. Lesson learned: RadioShack tech support sucks, and don't wait six months to transcribe a two hour interview while it takes up space on your recorder.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Persona Surprisa
So yes, I was again watching my addictive morning news show, Good Morning America. Today's first guest (or maybe second) was the prolific author, Danielle Steele.
Now, I've never read any of her novels, and maybe it's just her name, but I always thought of her books are romance-y. Are they? Who knows. Anyways. The woman has written 96 books in 38 years (insanity) and raised nine (yes, NINE) children, I think on her own. She's just released a fragrance called "Danielle," and was on the show promoting that.
For those that read the fashion rags (yes, I meant to say rags not mags) you will sometimes see several girls (among those same-named socialites no one has ever really heard of) named Victoria and Vanessa Traina. They're most commonly referred to as Danielle Steele's daughters (if that can be a claim to fame). They've been likened to the Hilton sisters, or perhaps the Bush twins, but the point is they are young, relatively pretty, and disgustingly rich. And they like to party. And I think some magazine somewhere said they had style, but I couldn't tell from the photo.
Danielle Steele herself, however, is not a partyer. Writing at least two books per year (and her books are not short), and raising nine children has apparently kept her from most social interaction. That said, her appearance on television this morning left much to be desired. The woman, dressed in all black with her hair pulled completely off her face, could barely be heard even through the microphones. Poor Robin Roberts (this is the only time you'll ever hear me say that) kept trying to drag stuff out of her, but the woman wouldn't talk. Not what I expected (how about you?) from a woman whose writings have been drugstore checkout fixtures for longer than I've been alive.
So apparently the message today was she is not only a "great" writer (although "Toxic Bachelors" sounds hilarious), but she is involved deeply in philanthropic work, especially with the mental disorders. Although it wasn't made explicit, Roberts seemed like she was implying that Steele's son (or one of Steele's sons) lives with it, which has fueled his mother's passion.
One fun thing about Danielle Steele when she did choose to talk was her poetic ways. Maybe it's just writers in general (we do have a way with words). Roberts said something about Steele being "obviously fond" of her children. Steele's reply: "I'm not so much fond of my children as I am passionate about them." Maybe she does write romances.
It's interesting to see how people who don't normally sit in front of a camera act when they are placed in front of one. We had two PR reps (Heidi Klum's and Ron Perelman's) come speak to our class last night, and they were very enlightening about how the whole process works. This morning when I was watching television, all I could think about during Laura Linney's interview was 1)how beautiful she is and 2) what other marks does she have to hit to stay within her contract in her film? Interesting. Danielle Steele may have similar clauses, since she is out promoting her new fragrance, but she definitely seems content to sit at home in front of her 1940s-era typewriter (no, I didn't make that up), and perhaps we like her best there, too.
Now, I've never read any of her novels, and maybe it's just her name, but I always thought of her books are romance-y. Are they? Who knows. Anyways. The woman has written 96 books in 38 years (insanity) and raised nine (yes, NINE) children, I think on her own. She's just released a fragrance called "Danielle," and was on the show promoting that.
For those that read the fashion rags (yes, I meant to say rags not mags) you will sometimes see several girls (among those same-named socialites no one has ever really heard of) named Victoria and Vanessa Traina. They're most commonly referred to as Danielle Steele's daughters (if that can be a claim to fame). They've been likened to the Hilton sisters, or perhaps the Bush twins, but the point is they are young, relatively pretty, and disgustingly rich. And they like to party. And I think some magazine somewhere said they had style, but I couldn't tell from the photo.
Danielle Steele herself, however, is not a partyer. Writing at least two books per year (and her books are not short), and raising nine children has apparently kept her from most social interaction. That said, her appearance on television this morning left much to be desired. The woman, dressed in all black with her hair pulled completely off her face, could barely be heard even through the microphones. Poor Robin Roberts (this is the only time you'll ever hear me say that) kept trying to drag stuff out of her, but the woman wouldn't talk. Not what I expected (how about you?) from a woman whose writings have been drugstore checkout fixtures for longer than I've been alive.
So apparently the message today was she is not only a "great" writer (although "Toxic Bachelors" sounds hilarious), but she is involved deeply in philanthropic work, especially with the mental disorders. Although it wasn't made explicit, Roberts seemed like she was implying that Steele's son (or one of Steele's sons) lives with it, which has fueled his mother's passion.
One fun thing about Danielle Steele when she did choose to talk was her poetic ways. Maybe it's just writers in general (we do have a way with words). Roberts said something about Steele being "obviously fond" of her children. Steele's reply: "I'm not so much fond of my children as I am passionate about them." Maybe she does write romances.
It's interesting to see how people who don't normally sit in front of a camera act when they are placed in front of one. We had two PR reps (Heidi Klum's and Ron Perelman's) come speak to our class last night, and they were very enlightening about how the whole process works. This morning when I was watching television, all I could think about during Laura Linney's interview was 1)how beautiful she is and 2) what other marks does she have to hit to stay within her contract in her film? Interesting. Danielle Steele may have similar clauses, since she is out promoting her new fragrance, but she definitely seems content to sit at home in front of her 1940s-era typewriter (no, I didn't make that up), and perhaps we like her best there, too.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
What is news?
So I was living my sad little life on Tuesday (my day off, which usually includes sitting here with the TV on until I drag myself out). I was happily watching my daytime sitcoms (fat husband, pretty wife, kids hardly in the picture) when there was a "Breaking News Update."
What were they updating me on? Another terrorist attack? International disaster? Political assassination?
None of the above.
Breaking News: Manager Joe Torre is staying for next season, the Yankees announced two hours ago.
For those who haven't been keeping up with the MLB play-offs (most of the time that includes me), the Yankees have not made it past the first round in about five years. Team owner George Steinbrenner is notorious for his hard-ass, intolerant demands, and after the loss on Saturday night, there was general pandemonium wondering whether Torre would be let go before his contract expires (after next season).
The Yankees are an interesting study in professional sports. Many hate them solely for the reason that they spend millions more than any other franchise on their players, in a sense buying the cream of the crop. So, while in other sports with salary caps the great players are evenly spread (the team has to save money to pay for the rest of the players), the Yankees have (unfairly) aggregated the best of the best, at least monetarily speaking.
And why does this warrant a news break in the middle of the day? Yes, it is important to New Yorkers (well, some. There is another New York team to cheer for that's still playing). But seriously, what makes up news these days?
*****
Digression. The Rachel Ray show this morning (hey, it's what's on TV) showed this amazing double-function invention: a ring that looks like a wedding band on one side (just plain) and on the other it splits off to have a hole in the middle. And what do you use it for? Making sure people know your man is off-limits and opening a beer bottle with the hole-y side! You can do it while wearing it! How amazing is that? Hint hint, Kev...anniversary is coming up soon. ;)
What were they updating me on? Another terrorist attack? International disaster? Political assassination?
None of the above.
Breaking News: Manager Joe Torre is staying for next season, the Yankees announced two hours ago.
For those who haven't been keeping up with the MLB play-offs (most of the time that includes me), the Yankees have not made it past the first round in about five years. Team owner George Steinbrenner is notorious for his hard-ass, intolerant demands, and after the loss on Saturday night, there was general pandemonium wondering whether Torre would be let go before his contract expires (after next season).
The Yankees are an interesting study in professional sports. Many hate them solely for the reason that they spend millions more than any other franchise on their players, in a sense buying the cream of the crop. So, while in other sports with salary caps the great players are evenly spread (the team has to save money to pay for the rest of the players), the Yankees have (unfairly) aggregated the best of the best, at least monetarily speaking.
And why does this warrant a news break in the middle of the day? Yes, it is important to New Yorkers (well, some. There is another New York team to cheer for that's still playing). But seriously, what makes up news these days?
*****
Digression. The Rachel Ray show this morning (hey, it's what's on TV) showed this amazing double-function invention: a ring that looks like a wedding band on one side (just plain) and on the other it splits off to have a hole in the middle. And what do you use it for? Making sure people know your man is off-limits and opening a beer bottle with the hole-y side! You can do it while wearing it! How amazing is that? Hint hint, Kev...anniversary is coming up soon. ;)
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Only in New York
Since I've moved away from the college-kid dominated NYU-area, I've seen a lot more of the City (geographically and demographically) than I did last year. There are so many little occurrences daily that make me think, "only in New York would I see/hear what I just saw/heard." Here is a sampling.
A Tuesday afternoon, around 3 p.m., walking up Madison Avenue. One woman, with a school-aged child (in uniform), hurriedly walking past me. Another woman, walking the other direction. A paraphrase:
Woman 2: Hi! How are you?
Woman 1: Doing well. Just picking up my daughter from school. She goes to [insert highfalutin' academy name here].
Woman 2: How nice.
Chit chat and they part ways.
A Friday afternoon, around 4:30 p.m. Walking up Park Avenue. A man walks in the same direction as I, and on the other side of a street crossing are two women dressed in business suits, obviously friends.
Man: I was hoping I'd run into you two!
Women: How's it going?
Man: I have a job for you.
Women: Really?
Man: It's a medical malpractice case.
Women: Sure!
A Tuesday night, Donna Karan's studio space in the West Village. A charity event for medical research. A bleached-blonde jewelry-laden woman in a beige lace top and silver-tinged brocade pants. Bena and I sitting behind a table. Bena's mother (also B) close by.
Woman: B, I have a question.
B: Yes?
Woman: When does this silent auction thing end?
B: I'm not sure.
Woman: Well, a bunch of us have to catch the limo back to Jersey and were wondering what was going to happen to end the auction. Can you find out for me?
B: Sure, let me see what's going on.
Same woman was earlier dancing to the rock band, and later on left to catch her limo on the arm of her mobster-looking husband (and remember, they're headed back to Jersey).
A Wednesday morning, 6 train downtown. A little girl sitting on mother's lap speaking to a woman in business suit across the aisle.
Girl: Hi!
Woman: Hello!
Girl: Do you have any kids?
Woman: No, but I have a little niece. How old are you?
Girl: [thinks, counts, holds up a few fingers]
Woman: Three? My niece is four. Do you want to see a picture?
Girl: [nods]
Woman: [digs through large bag and finds a photo. kneels carefully in front of girl on moving train and shows a photo] See?
Just a sampling of things from this past week (it's pretty much constant, however). Don't you wish you were here?
A Tuesday afternoon, around 3 p.m., walking up Madison Avenue. One woman, with a school-aged child (in uniform), hurriedly walking past me. Another woman, walking the other direction. A paraphrase:
Woman 2: Hi! How are you?
Woman 1: Doing well. Just picking up my daughter from school. She goes to [insert highfalutin' academy name here].
Woman 2: How nice.
Chit chat and they part ways.
A Friday afternoon, around 4:30 p.m. Walking up Park Avenue. A man walks in the same direction as I, and on the other side of a street crossing are two women dressed in business suits, obviously friends.
Man: I was hoping I'd run into you two!
Women: How's it going?
Man: I have a job for you.
Women: Really?
Man: It's a medical malpractice case.
Women: Sure!
A Tuesday night, Donna Karan's studio space in the West Village. A charity event for medical research. A bleached-blonde jewelry-laden woman in a beige lace top and silver-tinged brocade pants. Bena and I sitting behind a table. Bena's mother (also B) close by.
Woman: B, I have a question.
B: Yes?
Woman: When does this silent auction thing end?
B: I'm not sure.
Woman: Well, a bunch of us have to catch the limo back to Jersey and were wondering what was going to happen to end the auction. Can you find out for me?
B: Sure, let me see what's going on.
Same woman was earlier dancing to the rock band, and later on left to catch her limo on the arm of her mobster-looking husband (and remember, they're headed back to Jersey).
A Wednesday morning, 6 train downtown. A little girl sitting on mother's lap speaking to a woman in business suit across the aisle.
Girl: Hi!
Woman: Hello!
Girl: Do you have any kids?
Woman: No, but I have a little niece. How old are you?
Girl: [thinks, counts, holds up a few fingers]
Woman: Three? My niece is four. Do you want to see a picture?
Girl: [nods]
Woman: [digs through large bag and finds a photo. kneels carefully in front of girl on moving train and shows a photo] See?
Just a sampling of things from this past week (it's pretty much constant, however). Don't you wish you were here?
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Motherhood is a blessing...
...that not all people deserve. I was shocked by some news items in the past few days and just thought I'd share. They definitely say something about society these days, but are they problems we can "fix" or is it just part of a larger issue?
1.Woman Says She Didn't Mean to Hurl Baby
Associated Press, October 10
A 27-year-old mother of five used her 4-week-old baby (head-first) to beat her boyfriend while drunk. Reports say that she held the baby by the midsection (others say it was the legs) and swung the baby's head, hitting her boyfriend several times. The child is still hospitalized with a fractured skull and bleeding in the brain. Needless to say, the other children were also taken from the home for protection.
2. "Whale Rider" star Keisha Castle-Hughes is expecting her first child at 16.
Associated Press, October 6
What has this world come to when teen actresses (correction: unheard of teen actresses) can publicly flaunt their pregnancies with minimal judgement passed? I'm not saying that she should be hidden away, but to brag about it? The father is her 19-year-old boyfriend of 3 years. Talk about growing up too fast. Ironically, she plays Mary, young mother of Jesus, in an upcoming movie.
3. Woman Who Killed Kids Form Bonds
Associated Press, October 8
I don't know why some reports stress "Texas moms" (J-school teaches you not to title people to save word count), but this is an odd story. Apparently Andrea Yates (the drowner of her 5 children) and Dena Schlosser (who severed her baby's arms with a kitchen knife - ugh) are now roommates in a mental unit at the North Texas State Hospital. Both were found not guilty by reason of insanity. And they have formed a bond. Both cases are eerily similar: the mothers were both members of fringe religious sects and both thought they were doing a religious duty by taking their childrens' lives.
4. Mother tries to 'unadopt' boy
Fox News, October 9
A woman is trying to unadopt a 15-year-old boy after he molested two younger children. The 57-year-old woman says she is just now finding out about the boy's troubled past: five foster homes since he was a year old, physical abuse, and possibly psychotic problems. Although Virginia has laws for full disclosure to adoptive parents, the woman says all she was told was that he was "hyperactive." Police told her after the molestation cases that if he remained in the house she could no longer take in any other foster children or even have her grandchildren over because of the threat he posed, so she is choosing to dissolve the adoption.
5. A permanent birthday reminder for mom
Independent Online, October 9
A 49-year-old mother of five now doesn't forget her children's birthdays because she just had them tattooed on her arm. Um...ok.
6. Mother to be charged for allegedly killing children
Fiji Village, October 10
Just proof that it isn't just the western culture.
7. Mother axed son's leg
Melbourne Herald Sun, October 10
A 22-year-old mother in a reported schizophrenic attack nearly severinng her 21-month-old son's right leg. The leg was reattached surgically, but the mother had apparently stopped taking her medication a month ago. Like the cases above, she thought it was what God wanted her to do. No wonder people think God-lovers are crazy (note: they are not).
Speaking of schizophrenia, however, a group of mental health experts have requested that the word be removed from diagnoses/med-speak. They argue that it is not a single disorder, but just a lumping of several different symptoms, any of which could be signs of other disorders, and the term is stigmatizing to the patient. They think the catch-all phrase should be changed to dopamine dysregulation disorder.
Now, question: haven't many other diagnoses turned into "stigmatizing" names? Do we just keep changing the diagnoses everytime the connotation becomes negative? There have been a number of diagnoses that have been worked into regular speak without a hint of stigmatism. Although I'm not a mental health expert and I think sometimes people are diagnosed unnecessarily, there are people out there, normal people, living through it and they can't do a thing about it. Why should we stigmatize them and not someone with Down's syndrome? (Not that I think they should be stigmatized - I mean the opposite) How are they that different? Do we qualify some diseases as more preventable than others? I certainly don't think a schizophrenic chose to be that way, any more than a person with a chromosomal deformity chose to be that way. True, many medical problems stem from lifestyle choices, but these do not.
Lessons learned today: Go hug your mother if she's never killed a child or hurled one at her boyfriend, and remember people are people are people.
1.Woman Says She Didn't Mean to Hurl Baby
Associated Press, October 10
A 27-year-old mother of five used her 4-week-old baby (head-first) to beat her boyfriend while drunk. Reports say that she held the baby by the midsection (others say it was the legs) and swung the baby's head, hitting her boyfriend several times. The child is still hospitalized with a fractured skull and bleeding in the brain. Needless to say, the other children were also taken from the home for protection.
2. "Whale Rider" star Keisha Castle-Hughes is expecting her first child at 16.
Associated Press, October 6
What has this world come to when teen actresses (correction: unheard of teen actresses) can publicly flaunt their pregnancies with minimal judgement passed? I'm not saying that she should be hidden away, but to brag about it? The father is her 19-year-old boyfriend of 3 years. Talk about growing up too fast. Ironically, she plays Mary, young mother of Jesus, in an upcoming movie.
3. Woman Who Killed Kids Form Bonds
Associated Press, October 8
I don't know why some reports stress "Texas moms" (J-school teaches you not to title people to save word count), but this is an odd story. Apparently Andrea Yates (the drowner of her 5 children) and Dena Schlosser (who severed her baby's arms with a kitchen knife - ugh) are now roommates in a mental unit at the North Texas State Hospital. Both were found not guilty by reason of insanity. And they have formed a bond. Both cases are eerily similar: the mothers were both members of fringe religious sects and both thought they were doing a religious duty by taking their childrens' lives.
4. Mother tries to 'unadopt' boy
Fox News, October 9
A woman is trying to unadopt a 15-year-old boy after he molested two younger children. The 57-year-old woman says she is just now finding out about the boy's troubled past: five foster homes since he was a year old, physical abuse, and possibly psychotic problems. Although Virginia has laws for full disclosure to adoptive parents, the woman says all she was told was that he was "hyperactive." Police told her after the molestation cases that if he remained in the house she could no longer take in any other foster children or even have her grandchildren over because of the threat he posed, so she is choosing to dissolve the adoption.
5. A permanent birthday reminder for mom
Independent Online, October 9
A 49-year-old mother of five now doesn't forget her children's birthdays because she just had them tattooed on her arm. Um...ok.
6. Mother to be charged for allegedly killing children
Fiji Village, October 10
Just proof that it isn't just the western culture.
7. Mother axed son's leg
Melbourne Herald Sun, October 10
A 22-year-old mother in a reported schizophrenic attack nearly severinng her 21-month-old son's right leg. The leg was reattached surgically, but the mother had apparently stopped taking her medication a month ago. Like the cases above, she thought it was what God wanted her to do. No wonder people think God-lovers are crazy (note: they are not).
Speaking of schizophrenia, however, a group of mental health experts have requested that the word be removed from diagnoses/med-speak. They argue that it is not a single disorder, but just a lumping of several different symptoms, any of which could be signs of other disorders, and the term is stigmatizing to the patient. They think the catch-all phrase should be changed to dopamine dysregulation disorder.
Now, question: haven't many other diagnoses turned into "stigmatizing" names? Do we just keep changing the diagnoses everytime the connotation becomes negative? There have been a number of diagnoses that have been worked into regular speak without a hint of stigmatism. Although I'm not a mental health expert and I think sometimes people are diagnosed unnecessarily, there are people out there, normal people, living through it and they can't do a thing about it. Why should we stigmatize them and not someone with Down's syndrome? (Not that I think they should be stigmatized - I mean the opposite) How are they that different? Do we qualify some diseases as more preventable than others? I certainly don't think a schizophrenic chose to be that way, any more than a person with a chromosomal deformity chose to be that way. True, many medical problems stem from lifestyle choices, but these do not.
Lessons learned today: Go hug your mother if she's never killed a child or hurled one at her boyfriend, and remember people are people are people.
Monday, October 09, 2006
T minus 70-ish days...
...until I return home to the warm winter of So Cal. Yes, I'm counting, and no, it's really not making me feel that much better (although I think Christmas should be fun).
Pretty much, I've got four articles to write (2-1,500 word pieces and 2-2,500 word pieces), 2 journal entries for my internship credit class and a crapload of days before I finally get out of here. Yes, I'm slightly worried about grades (when am I not? I'm not one of those who don't have to worry...anymore). But I'm more worried about ...everything else. What will I do when I get back? How long will it take to find a job? Will I go crazy living at home? Will I become a Bridezilla? All valid questions, none that can be answered anytime soon.
But yeah, it's been a weekend of reflecting. Kevin was here and that was comforting, but now it's back to the daily grind and it sucks. Hopefully I'll be productive for the next 70 days (give or take) and make it back alive. Wish me luck.
Pretty much, I've got four articles to write (2-1,500 word pieces and 2-2,500 word pieces), 2 journal entries for my internship credit class and a crapload of days before I finally get out of here. Yes, I'm slightly worried about grades (when am I not? I'm not one of those who don't have to worry...anymore). But I'm more worried about ...everything else. What will I do when I get back? How long will it take to find a job? Will I go crazy living at home? Will I become a Bridezilla? All valid questions, none that can be answered anytime soon.
But yeah, it's been a weekend of reflecting. Kevin was here and that was comforting, but now it's back to the daily grind and it sucks. Hopefully I'll be productive for the next 70 days (give or take) and make it back alive. Wish me luck.
