I'm kind of at a loss for things to say. Last week worked out pretty well as far as content and a pick me up went, but I don't really want this experience to be me recounting events of my life every week. I don't know, something about that just seems like I'm unnecessarily volunteering things about me for the entire Internet to see. So, placing paranoia aside, I'll probably return to that next week. This week, though, I'm going to try and recount the events of last week. A week in review, I guess, primarily because as I sit here, I'm having trouble remembering what I did last week. I'm too young to have such a crappy short term memory.
Let's see.. Last Saturday, or yesterday, I taught the kids' karate class as usual. Pretty good turn out, the usuals were there plus a few extra. This was especially good considering promotions are coming up and it's like now or never to start getting them ready for their next rank. After class ended, though, it occurred to me that I probably won't be there next week to teach class/prepare them for promotions on the following Wednesday as I am planning on going to a tournament that Saturday morning. However, as I sit here, I was thinking I would also miss the promotion ceremony because of school, but I just remembered that next week is Spring Break. So, I guess I'll be there after all.
Speaking of next week, Pokemon Black and White finally come out. Really excited for that and kind of shocked that it fell perfectly on Spring Break. Of course, I'm expecting to be crazy busy next week now. Call it the cynic in me, but I know one of my classes is going to pile on the workload for the break. Either that or I'll try and work ahead on the stuff that I know ahead of time so I won't get buried towards the end of the semester. Anyways....
Last Friday we had that crappy snow weather. I ended up missing the first two classes of the day, which in itself isn't a big deal with email, but this is the second time this semester I have had to use my absences in these classes for weather related purposes. Again, cynical, but I'm expecting to fall incredibly ill at some point and have to miss class, yet be unable to due to my lack of free absences. Just one of those crazy things. Oh, and I think I broke my nose last Friday, too, or at least did some kind of damage to it. I spent like half an hour that night trying to push it back into place; apparently it was really crooked. Long story.
I don't really remember anything else last week. I know there were four other days of classes, three days of work, two days of karate, but I'm blanking on what I did. I guess a week in review is actually two days in review, if that. I may have to start keeping a journal...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Something Different
I don't actually know if this is something different. Whenever I sit down to do this I either want to write about something that pisses me off or try to mask whatever I'm feeling with the fake enthusiasm of Pokemon, which, by the way, comes out in about 2 weeks. I don't really feel like I have the right to complain about stuff that goes on with me or the problems I feel like I have, because I generally am pretty lucky and things could be a lot worse. So, I'm going to close my eyes and write about the first thing that pops into my head, knowing that I only need about 150 words to complete this week.
When I was in fourth grade we had a field trip to the zoo. It was kind of a big deal; it was a whole day off of school and there really were no expectations for what we should do while there. No lectures, no required visits to an information seminar thing that seems to be at the zoo, nothing. The only real restriction was that we couldnt use any of the rides, I guess because they didn't want the kids to have their own money to ride them, which would have excluded some of the poorer kids. So, no rides. Anyways, my mom chaperoned us and we ended up divided into groups. My group consisted of a friend of mine and two girls that I could talk to but who I wouldn't really consider "friends." We walked around for a while and then we were called back for a group lunch/picnicy thing. If there's one thing I can say for my mom it's that when she does something, she really goes all out. Even though she only went on like three of my field trips when I was in elementary school, she always did her best to make it memorable. Anyways, this time around she brought an entire cooler full of those little plastic juice things you can get at Aldis, the ones that are filled with koolaid or whatever that non-juice flavored water is. I drank like five of these sitting there, which was probably three too many. We got back up afterwards and started walking around once again. About thirty minutes after this, I ended up throwing up a multicolored mess of liquid on the asphalt somewhere in the zoo. I didn't feel good after that, so I wanted to sit down. So, I sat down. On every ride at the zoo. From that boat thing to the safari ride to the horse (which didn't actually make any sense considering I already had an upset stomach and the horse probably would have made it worse). Mom took me and the three people in my group on every ride they had, paying for all four of us at each stop all the while knowing that we weren't necessarily allowed to do that. Good day.
This actually worked well for me. I felt kind of crappy prior to writing this blog entry, but this memory was awesome to relive.
When I was in fourth grade we had a field trip to the zoo. It was kind of a big deal; it was a whole day off of school and there really were no expectations for what we should do while there. No lectures, no required visits to an information seminar thing that seems to be at the zoo, nothing. The only real restriction was that we couldnt use any of the rides, I guess because they didn't want the kids to have their own money to ride them, which would have excluded some of the poorer kids. So, no rides. Anyways, my mom chaperoned us and we ended up divided into groups. My group consisted of a friend of mine and two girls that I could talk to but who I wouldn't really consider "friends." We walked around for a while and then we were called back for a group lunch/picnicy thing. If there's one thing I can say for my mom it's that when she does something, she really goes all out. Even though she only went on like three of my field trips when I was in elementary school, she always did her best to make it memorable. Anyways, this time around she brought an entire cooler full of those little plastic juice things you can get at Aldis, the ones that are filled with koolaid or whatever that non-juice flavored water is. I drank like five of these sitting there, which was probably three too many. We got back up afterwards and started walking around once again. About thirty minutes after this, I ended up throwing up a multicolored mess of liquid on the asphalt somewhere in the zoo. I didn't feel good after that, so I wanted to sit down. So, I sat down. On every ride at the zoo. From that boat thing to the safari ride to the horse (which didn't actually make any sense considering I already had an upset stomach and the horse probably would have made it worse). Mom took me and the three people in my group on every ride they had, paying for all four of us at each stop all the while knowing that we weren't necessarily allowed to do that. Good day.
This actually worked well for me. I felt kind of crappy prior to writing this blog entry, but this memory was awesome to relive.
Friday, February 18, 2011
In Between Class Ramblings
So, my COM class let out early for the day and I have a couple of minutes to spare. Why not make a blog post? Problem is, I have no idea what to say really. I guess I'll talk about this week.
Monday I had my second performance for theater class. This one was an impersonation of someone I know, which had me stressed at first but then became easier once I settled on playing my older brother. The character I made of him was perfect because it required no enthusiasm or anything extra; more of the performance was done through body language and tone than anything. I got through the assignment pretty good, I was the first one in the class to go on the first day it was available to be done. Better early than late in this situation.
I dont think the rest of the week was that special apart from Thursday, which was my birthday. I wasn't really expecting anything special, and so I wasnt really disappointed by it. Between work, school, and the karate class I went to afterward, I was freaking tired. I didnt really enjoy much of it because there was way too much going on. In any event, this was the last worthless (sober) birthday I am going to be having for a while, so now that I have that out of the way I guess I feel a little better.
Monday I had my second performance for theater class. This one was an impersonation of someone I know, which had me stressed at first but then became easier once I settled on playing my older brother. The character I made of him was perfect because it required no enthusiasm or anything extra; more of the performance was done through body language and tone than anything. I got through the assignment pretty good, I was the first one in the class to go on the first day it was available to be done. Better early than late in this situation.
I dont think the rest of the week was that special apart from Thursday, which was my birthday. I wasn't really expecting anything special, and so I wasnt really disappointed by it. Between work, school, and the karate class I went to afterward, I was freaking tired. I didnt really enjoy much of it because there was way too much going on. In any event, this was the last worthless (sober) birthday I am going to be having for a while, so now that I have that out of the way I guess I feel a little better.
Monday, February 7, 2011
3/6/11 = Christmas
This post really has nothing to do with the last one, so I figured why not make it a separate one. In less than a month, something amazing is going to happen. I've been waiting for this since around October of last year, and its finally going to happen.
Yes, I'm actually a 12 year old and yes, I am a gigantic dork. Glad we have that out of the way. On March 6, Pokemon Black and White come out in America. This comes about five months after it was released in Japan, but you know, whatever. We're close enough to the release date that I don't need to be bitter. And now, with my amazing new job at the Writing Center, I'll have enough money tucked away to be able to buy both versions the day that they come out. This is something I have never done for any video game; I usually wait until a couple of months have passed and the game is cheaper. Not now, though. The first day this comes out, I'm getting it. In fact, as I said before, I'm getting both. I don't care that I'm likely only going to use one (White), I'll just keep Black in the box and look at it.
And I just figured out how this ties into the last blog post I just made. I know that on March 7, right after I have this game, all six of my classes are going to pile on the workload and impose crazy deadlines for me. This never fails, and I totally see it coming now. I might have to alter my procrastination strategy in an effort to have a lot of time for this game after it comes out. I'll need to play through it enough that I at least become tired enough of it to put it down until the end of the semester. Probably won't take long.
Yes, I'm actually a 12 year old and yes, I am a gigantic dork. Glad we have that out of the way. On March 6, Pokemon Black and White come out in America. This comes about five months after it was released in Japan, but you know, whatever. We're close enough to the release date that I don't need to be bitter. And now, with my amazing new job at the Writing Center, I'll have enough money tucked away to be able to buy both versions the day that they come out. This is something I have never done for any video game; I usually wait until a couple of months have passed and the game is cheaper. Not now, though. The first day this comes out, I'm getting it. In fact, as I said before, I'm getting both. I don't care that I'm likely only going to use one (White), I'll just keep Black in the box and look at it.
And I just figured out how this ties into the last blog post I just made. I know that on March 7, right after I have this game, all six of my classes are going to pile on the workload and impose crazy deadlines for me. This never fails, and I totally see it coming now. I might have to alter my procrastination strategy in an effort to have a lot of time for this game after it comes out. I'll need to play through it enough that I at least become tired enough of it to put it down until the end of the semester. Probably won't take long.
Once There Were Greenfields
This will be the first of many posts in which the title has absolutely nothing to do with the content of the blog entry. Oh well, just one of those crazy things.
Right about now, I am having an unusually light flow of homework. For taking six classes, I feel like I have had a remarkably easy time so far. I mean, I'm an English major taking four different English classes, and the first paper I had due this semester was for Theater class. Theater. Really? As of right now, I'm kind of failing as an English major in that degree. But what I'm getting at here is that this unusually easy time that I'm having right now can only mean one thing: I'm doomed. That's right. Things are gonna be easy at the moment, not having anything substantial due for a long time and tons of time to procrastinate. Everything is going to hit me at once, like it always does, and I know I'm not going to be prepared for it. Having this much time usually means that I'm going to fail at managing it and end up with a massive workload in the last six weeks or so of the semester. Oh well, I see it coming and am not actively trying to stay ahead of it. At some point I'm going to need to learn this lesson. Won't be this semester, though.
Right about now, I am having an unusually light flow of homework. For taking six classes, I feel like I have had a remarkably easy time so far. I mean, I'm an English major taking four different English classes, and the first paper I had due this semester was for Theater class. Theater. Really? As of right now, I'm kind of failing as an English major in that degree. But what I'm getting at here is that this unusually easy time that I'm having right now can only mean one thing: I'm doomed. That's right. Things are gonna be easy at the moment, not having anything substantial due for a long time and tons of time to procrastinate. Everything is going to hit me at once, like it always does, and I know I'm not going to be prepared for it. Having this much time usually means that I'm going to fail at managing it and end up with a massive workload in the last six weeks or so of the semester. Oh well, I see it coming and am not actively trying to stay ahead of it. At some point I'm going to need to learn this lesson. Won't be this semester, though.
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