Okay, apologies for not writing a blog on Tuesday…Here’s the deal.
Not a lot happened yesterday. Felt tired, so took a nap. Had accounting class too, but didn’t enjoy it, I was tired and was attempting to stay away every minute. That’s the last time I’m taking a business class for a long while. I’m staying with my sciences.
My brother & I got the Super Soaker CPS-4100 operational. Though a tad bit sticky on the trigger, and you have to take both hands to make sure the trigger fires, its much better than having no gun. That back in the fight, bring on the water gun fighting season. I’m ready…no wait, have to fix more stuff…and wait for warmer weather…but I’m ready! 😀
I should write some of my stories when I feel bored, but most of the time I’m at a starbase where I can’t do anything. When I’m in the computer lab, I can’t drink or eat, so I can’t think straight either; It drives me nuts. Typing at home is a pain too, I feel the same way. At least I feel better at home, but all of that still leads to no stories. I think I need a place that I can eat and drink, not be bothered, have computer access and and isn’t at home. Where that is, I’ve yet to discover.
I think I need a vacation, not stay at home for a week, go out with people somewhere for a week.
In Political Science class, there’s this guy in an army hat who keeps talking about absurd things about the government. Granted some of this stuff may happen, Mrs. Foutch takes it up and spends almost the entire class time answering his ‘proposition’. I would skip class since 19 out of 20 times this happens, but I lose participation points if I don’t show up. I work my butt off for scholarship money, to attend college & learn things! Not sit in class and listen to off-field political standpoints. Hopefully this is the last time I have to take ‘behavioral science.’
We did our final dissection of Lacus Gobbles today. Take it from me, pigs that are three weeks old do NOT smell good. Its a good thing I didn’t eat, I felt like I wanted to throw up. I felt sorry for Lacus in a way. It was a fetal pig that could have been born, and could have lived. Many of us don’t realize that it hurts when we do certain things, and a lot more people than that don’t realize that its a big privilege to live & breathe, and that life is special & precious. Even after I get upset at people, I feel rotten.
I’m not going into the whole philosophy of what’s going through my head right now, but it’s been very self-reflective ‘meaning of life’ stuff.
Doing my math homework last night, I wonder what its like to study with other people outside the classroom that actually would enjoy your company and/or be willing to help you out. Since I entered college in fall of 2005, I’ve only done that three times, all three in my first semester. Two was within my first week. Another was a repeat, but that was not a positive experience. I don’t think that worked out very well for me.
During my trip to ETSU, I saw tons of students with study buddies, and see a few on WSCC. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong in the equation, but I haven’t been able to get a study buddy since back of first semester. People in my class simply aren’t interested in studying with me, even if I do ask them point-blank. I think this is also feeling like it goes into wanting friends too, but going to ETSU and seeing the culture there was an understatement.
Felt bad most of all when I looked at the PASCO Scientific magazine last night. I don’t know what hit me, but it was a picture of this boy & girl using the PASCO Xplorer with a IR Photogate to measure the speed of a rocket. It made me all gloomy until I went to sleep. I almost cried. Why? I still don’t get some of my inside emotions, even now.
I am in the process of setting up a GDM-10 Gamma Spectrometer that was part of a project Dr. Ford was working on when he used to work there. He left it when he retired, and it was left just like that. Even the cord to his laptop that the college let him use because of his status. I’ve hooked it up to the computer and have gotten it to work with WinDAS. I’ll tweak it more when I start work-study in about then minutes.
I’ve typed enough right now. My stomach is growling…
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