February 7, 2010
4:12 P.M.
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When I checked my e-mail this morning, I was a little relieved to find a message from my missing professor. Thankfully, she and her family are well. Apparently, there was an accident on her way into class yesterday that held her up for more than forty five minutes. She said when she got to the classroom, noone was there. I wonder if she expected we would be.
You know what? I can think of nothing to say here today. I'm not having one of my better days, so I'm out of here till tomorrow.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Where Is Professor .......?
February 6, 2010
1:54 P.M.
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Saturday mornings are English 101 mornings, so after I woke and crawled out from under the warm covers, I flipped on my coffee maker, then turned on the computer to check my e-mail Normally, that isn't my first order of business on a Saturday morning, but as I mentioned, Saturday is English 101 day, so it was important to be aware of the possibility that the class may have been cancelled due to the forecasted snow. Certainly, if for some reason, the professor was not going to make the trip to SCCC, she would e-mail her class and let them know before they headed out into the nasty, bitterly cold, windy, damp, snow flurrying day. Nope, no such e-mail, so I continue with my morning ministrations, go out to warm up the car, fill my thermal coffee cup, bundle myself up, grab my books, phone, keys, said coffee cup and head for my English 101 class, which, as I said, is on Saturday mornings. The weather is nasty and the traffic on the way to class is, thankfully, not bad at all. I pull into the parking lot, offhandedly noticing that it is filling up pretty well. It's 8:45 A.M. and classes will start in about 15 minutes. Entering Room 119, I hear a couple of people discussing one of our assignments and from their comments, I recognized some of my own thoughts and entered the conversation with " You must be talking about the blog". Some of us are not having as easy a time as others with this project and there was some continued discussion about it as more students came into the classroom. Eventually the conversation turned to the passing of the time. It was slightly passed nine o'clock when we began to figure that the professor had gotten hung up in traffic or something. None of my fellow students had received any e-mails or phone calls that would indicate a change in plans. Because Saturday mornings are English 101 mornings, we were all there waiting on the appearance of our professor. By 9:15, the possibility that she may not be coming became a little more real, but the class acknowledged her patience of the week before with latecomers and continued to wait. Eventually, patience and understanding began to turn to annoyance as the minutes continued to tick by. We were all where we were supposed to be on Saturday mornings at
9: 00. We were sitting in Room 119 expecting to participate in a rousing presentation of an English 101 class, led by our inimitable professor. We were disappointed, in that she never showed. By 9:40, we all agreed it was time to leave and by 9:45, I am reasonably certain everyone was gone. I am hoping our professor and her family are not experiencing any difficulties, that everything is right in her world. I e-mailed her with my concern and my assignment when I got home this morning. I have asked her for direction in the course of study for this week. I reserve my response to this morning's non-event until I hear that all is well for her. Then, maybe, I'll have another subject to blog about.
1:54 P.M.
Home
Saturday mornings are English 101 mornings, so after I woke and crawled out from under the warm covers, I flipped on my coffee maker, then turned on the computer to check my e-mail Normally, that isn't my first order of business on a Saturday morning, but as I mentioned, Saturday is English 101 day, so it was important to be aware of the possibility that the class may have been cancelled due to the forecasted snow. Certainly, if for some reason, the professor was not going to make the trip to SCCC, she would e-mail her class and let them know before they headed out into the nasty, bitterly cold, windy, damp, snow flurrying day. Nope, no such e-mail, so I continue with my morning ministrations, go out to warm up the car, fill my thermal coffee cup, bundle myself up, grab my books, phone, keys, said coffee cup and head for my English 101 class, which, as I said, is on Saturday mornings. The weather is nasty and the traffic on the way to class is, thankfully, not bad at all. I pull into the parking lot, offhandedly noticing that it is filling up pretty well. It's 8:45 A.M. and classes will start in about 15 minutes. Entering Room 119, I hear a couple of people discussing one of our assignments and from their comments, I recognized some of my own thoughts and entered the conversation with " You must be talking about the blog". Some of us are not having as easy a time as others with this project and there was some continued discussion about it as more students came into the classroom. Eventually the conversation turned to the passing of the time. It was slightly passed nine o'clock when we began to figure that the professor had gotten hung up in traffic or something. None of my fellow students had received any e-mails or phone calls that would indicate a change in plans. Because Saturday mornings are English 101 mornings, we were all there waiting on the appearance of our professor. By 9:15, the possibility that she may not be coming became a little more real, but the class acknowledged her patience of the week before with latecomers and continued to wait. Eventually, patience and understanding began to turn to annoyance as the minutes continued to tick by. We were all where we were supposed to be on Saturday mornings at
9: 00. We were sitting in Room 119 expecting to participate in a rousing presentation of an English 101 class, led by our inimitable professor. We were disappointed, in that she never showed. By 9:40, we all agreed it was time to leave and by 9:45, I am reasonably certain everyone was gone. I am hoping our professor and her family are not experiencing any difficulties, that everything is right in her world. I e-mailed her with my concern and my assignment when I got home this morning. I have asked her for direction in the course of study for this week. I reserve my response to this morning's non-event until I hear that all is well for her. Then, maybe, I'll have another subject to blog about.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Icey Beauty
February 5, 2010
6:01 P.M.
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A very good friend of mine is a pianist on cruise ships. Ovet the past two years, he has had the opportunity to travel the globe, from Iceland and Greenland, to Europe, to Asia, to Australia, and currently, South America and Antarctica. He told me last week that of all the places he has been to, he considers Antarctica the most beautiful. I was extremely surprised to hear that!, Of course, he isn't a beachy kind of guy, so the sandy shores of all those countries don't really appeal to him, but jeez, Antarctica? I have seen pictures and thought it had a certain white, icey kind of beauty. I have certainly never been tempted to visit. My friend e-mailed some photos of the place to me today. You know what? It still appears to have that white, icey kind of beauty. My favorite places are filled with color; aqua waters, pink sand, azure skies, red orange sunsets, multi-colored sails, blue steel bridges, that kind of thing. I'm happy for him that he has now seen Antarctica a couple of times, but I envy him the beaches of Rio de Janeiro!!
6:01 P.M.
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A very good friend of mine is a pianist on cruise ships. Ovet the past two years, he has had the opportunity to travel the globe, from Iceland and Greenland, to Europe, to Asia, to Australia, and currently, South America and Antarctica. He told me last week that of all the places he has been to, he considers Antarctica the most beautiful. I was extremely surprised to hear that!, Of course, he isn't a beachy kind of guy, so the sandy shores of all those countries don't really appeal to him, but jeez, Antarctica? I have seen pictures and thought it had a certain white, icey kind of beauty. I have certainly never been tempted to visit. My friend e-mailed some photos of the place to me today. You know what? It still appears to have that white, icey kind of beauty. My favorite places are filled with color; aqua waters, pink sand, azure skies, red orange sunsets, multi-colored sails, blue steel bridges, that kind of thing. I'm happy for him that he has now seen Antarctica a couple of times, but I envy him the beaches of Rio de Janeiro!!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Boring, Boring, Boring
February 4, 2010
7:02 P.M.
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Interesting; what my writing in this blog is not. I was reading a little bit from our textbook, "50 Essays A Portable Anthology" and in The Writing Process, it suggests that we "take advantage of the times when you have to write informally-in class, in journals, online." It notes that every writer feels some sort of nervousness when they are faced with demanding assignments. The inference is that the informal writing is less taxing. Well, this author is not sitting in my chair. I am amazed at the difficulty I am finding making entries in this blog every night. I am a jack of all trades and master of none, therefore, the amount of writing I would produce on any given subject may fill a page or so, not exactly the stuff that produces a great blog. I do have opinions, but I am not comfortable using this particular site for sociopolitical commentary. I am a mom, but writing about it would be the equivalent of pulling out your photos at a dinner party. I have had some difficult experiences, but I can't imagine making whining riveting reading. Fortunately, my difficulty in finding something to blog on fueled my homework for this evening. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow, the snow?
7:02 P.M.
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Interesting; what my writing in this blog is not. I was reading a little bit from our textbook, "50 Essays A Portable Anthology" and in The Writing Process, it suggests that we "take advantage of the times when you have to write informally-in class, in journals, online." It notes that every writer feels some sort of nervousness when they are faced with demanding assignments. The inference is that the informal writing is less taxing. Well, this author is not sitting in my chair. I am amazed at the difficulty I am finding making entries in this blog every night. I am a jack of all trades and master of none, therefore, the amount of writing I would produce on any given subject may fill a page or so, not exactly the stuff that produces a great blog. I do have opinions, but I am not comfortable using this particular site for sociopolitical commentary. I am a mom, but writing about it would be the equivalent of pulling out your photos at a dinner party. I have had some difficult experiences, but I can't imagine making whining riveting reading. Fortunately, my difficulty in finding something to blog on fueled my homework for this evening. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow, the snow?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
So much to do, so little time...
February 3, 2010
6:37 P.M.
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Thought I had a few minutes, thought wrong, but I'll be back!
9:00 P.M.
I have returned. I do a little accounting work from home, assisting a C.P.A.. It's tax time and the work is coming in by the bushel! Believe me when I say I'm not complaining. The only issue for me right now is learning to budget my time well enough to excel in all the facets of my life. In a couple of weeks, I'm sure they will all become a very comfortable routine, but in the meantime, yikes!
As a college coed, it won't surprise you to hear that I have three grandchildren. (Pun intended) One of them, my older grandson, Scott , is starring in a junior high school production of Guys and Dolls this weekend. He has the part Frank Sinatra played in the movie. Last year, he surprised me by appearing in his first stage production, Oklahoma. I went to see the show with the same trepidation I go to all my grandchildren's concerts and/or recitals. These are never things you walk out of saying, "My God, that was great! I wish they were booked for another six months so I could see it again and again!! Once is really quite, if not more than, enough. Every once in a while , though, you find a jewel. Scott played the father of Ado Annie and had a major song and dance part. Wow! He looked, acted, sang and danced as though he were born to the stage. I was popping my Grandma buttons! (Of course, the fact that the only other member of his family that has performed in local theater is writing this piece has nothing to do with the popping buttons...) Sincerely, though, he was terrific. So I'm really looking forward, actually looking forward to this Friday night when he opens as Nathan Detroit. I'm sure he'll be great and I'll wish they were booked for another six months so I could go see it again and again!!
6:37 P.M.
Home
Thought I had a few minutes, thought wrong, but I'll be back!
9:00 P.M.
I have returned. I do a little accounting work from home, assisting a C.P.A.. It's tax time and the work is coming in by the bushel! Believe me when I say I'm not complaining. The only issue for me right now is learning to budget my time well enough to excel in all the facets of my life. In a couple of weeks, I'm sure they will all become a very comfortable routine, but in the meantime, yikes!
As a college coed, it won't surprise you to hear that I have three grandchildren. (Pun intended) One of them, my older grandson, Scott , is starring in a junior high school production of Guys and Dolls this weekend. He has the part Frank Sinatra played in the movie. Last year, he surprised me by appearing in his first stage production, Oklahoma. I went to see the show with the same trepidation I go to all my grandchildren's concerts and/or recitals. These are never things you walk out of saying, "My God, that was great! I wish they were booked for another six months so I could see it again and again!! Once is really quite, if not more than, enough. Every once in a while , though, you find a jewel. Scott played the father of Ado Annie and had a major song and dance part. Wow! He looked, acted, sang and danced as though he were born to the stage. I was popping my Grandma buttons! (Of course, the fact that the only other member of his family that has performed in local theater is writing this piece has nothing to do with the popping buttons...) Sincerely, though, he was terrific. So I'm really looking forward, actually looking forward to this Friday night when he opens as Nathan Detroit. I'm sure he'll be great and I'll wish they were booked for another six months so I could go see it again and again!!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Comfort Zone?
February 2, 2010
5:28 P.M.
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When I take a pen in my hand and put it to the paper, the words seem to write themselves. I hardly have to think about what I am writing. All my thoughts seem to flow through my fingers into the pen flying across the page. Not so with this blog thing. I can't seem to find the flow, a comfort zone that allows me to be myself in the writing. There isn't enough privacy in it for me. I, so far, am only experienced in writing from my own life experience. Doing that provides glimpses into me that I am not eager to expose to the cyber world. I am considering taking a whole different direction in the upcoming days or weeks, but until I learn a little more about developing ideas in writing, I will continue to muddle through. How boring is this? Pretty gosh darn boring.
I must say it's surprising how quickly ten minutes goes when you are struggling to find something to say...
5:28 P.M.
Home
When I take a pen in my hand and put it to the paper, the words seem to write themselves. I hardly have to think about what I am writing. All my thoughts seem to flow through my fingers into the pen flying across the page. Not so with this blog thing. I can't seem to find the flow, a comfort zone that allows me to be myself in the writing. There isn't enough privacy in it for me. I, so far, am only experienced in writing from my own life experience. Doing that provides glimpses into me that I am not eager to expose to the cyber world. I am considering taking a whole different direction in the upcoming days or weeks, but until I learn a little more about developing ideas in writing, I will continue to muddle through. How boring is this? Pretty gosh darn boring.
I must say it's surprising how quickly ten minutes goes when you are struggling to find something to say...
Monday, February 1, 2010
Class II
February 1, 2010
6:34 P.M.
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After taking the CPT evaluation, it was apparent that I have forgotten just about everything I had learned in high school algebra. Thus, rememdial algebra. I'm kind of excited about it though. I love math, have a pretty good head for figures, and enjoy solving logic problems in puzzle books. I equate these to learning algebra. Due to circumstances beyond my control during my high school years, my attendance left a lot to be desired. I found myself always playing catch-up with my algebra class; not a good way to excel in that course. I did pass it, but not well enough to satisfy my own notion of how well I could have and would have done if life was normal. Now I have the chance to prove it to myself and feel up for the challenge.
Attending my first class, tonight, hasn't waned my enthusiasm. I am the oldest student in the room. When I first signed up to earn a degree (in Accounting), I wondered if the age thing would make me uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, though. Age has made little things like that insignificant. I am doing something I have waited a lifetime to do and a few wrinkles will not be allowed to mar the thrill of this experience!
6:34 P.M.
Home
After taking the CPT evaluation, it was apparent that I have forgotten just about everything I had learned in high school algebra. Thus, rememdial algebra. I'm kind of excited about it though. I love math, have a pretty good head for figures, and enjoy solving logic problems in puzzle books. I equate these to learning algebra. Due to circumstances beyond my control during my high school years, my attendance left a lot to be desired. I found myself always playing catch-up with my algebra class; not a good way to excel in that course. I did pass it, but not well enough to satisfy my own notion of how well I could have and would have done if life was normal. Now I have the chance to prove it to myself and feel up for the challenge.
Attending my first class, tonight, hasn't waned my enthusiasm. I am the oldest student in the room. When I first signed up to earn a degree (in Accounting), I wondered if the age thing would make me uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, though. Age has made little things like that insignificant. I am doing something I have waited a lifetime to do and a few wrinkles will not be allowed to mar the thrill of this experience!
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