Who was the moron who scheduled me to take four classes on campus plus two online? Oh, right, it was me. Durrr. That sure what stupid of me.
It’s not that it’s too much work, really, but I keep almost forgetting about the online classes. They are both pretty easy, one of them is only worth one credit…but it’s a required course. Both of them require a post or assignment to be turned in by Wednesday, with follow up comments due by Sunday. In the one class (Business Communication or some such thing), the assignements have required no more than 10 minutes of my time as yet.
So, last night, I log on to see what’s up for this week and see that our mysterious “white paper” is due for peer edit by midnight tonight. I looked through and found the instructions for our “white paper.” It’s a five-page paper telling people why they should a)choose our university and b)choose our major. Ok. Not to mention, we are supposed to interview someone in our chosen field and include the transcript from said interview.
It’s a good thing I have friends who are teachers, eh? Friends who love me and would do (almost) anything for me. Beks is going to answer my questions for me tonight so I don’t have to totally lie and make it all up. I’ve got the bulk of the paper written, so I have no doubt I’ll make the deadline. It’s just kind of nerve wracking. I’m also going to have a short research paper due before the end of the month. I’m really bad about not paying attention to the details of the syllabus until whatever it is is almost due, and then being frazzled and working like a mofo to get everything done in time. I find this odd, because when I have a job, I do the exact opposite. I want all my ducks in a row at all times. I often end up ahead and looking to see what else I can do. It’s a strange juxtaposition.
I did get a score of 108 on my first math quiz! Woohoo! True, I am in the “easy” class, but hey – I haven’t taken math in years in years, and have always had a fear of it. I’m pretty proud of how well I’m doing so far. I ended up with a 76 on my first paper in my Literary Interpretation class. The main reason was my paragraph structure wasn’t up to snuff for the professor. I kind of figured as such. He’s a stickler, and I just don’t like restraints! (Imagine that…) We are starting fiction soon, hopefully that will be easier for me.
I’m feeling better (i.e. it doesn’t hurt when I breathe), although I’m still very tired and I have gone through a box and a half of tissues within a three day period. I miss my Wonder Twin like crazy. Lots of happy, sweet and mushy feelings today. We’re going to try to get together for lunch on Saturday. Cross your fingers, babies!










They sassed back